sunday find: strala yoga
i have a theory (one of many) about new york. i think the city makes you crave everyday rituals — if you have a routine - a morning coffeeshop, a regular bar - then you automatically have ownership over that thing. this is all to say that i was pretty upset when my regular sunday yoga class was canceled a few months ago. for someone as un-zen as me, my sunday evening stretching and bending was just the thing i needed to ease into monday.
which is why i am so giddy about discovering strala yoga. this month-old studio is right on broadway, between bleecker and houston, which makes it just about ideal for a post-volunteering class. namaste.
