The class I subbed turned out to be WAAAAY out there in the boondocks (okay, maybe not the boondocks, exactly, but it seemed like a long drive), and by the time we finished up, there was no time for Primary before work. Instead, I crawled downtown through rush-hour traffic to take a friend's Power class.
During the class, I practiced between two men, approximately my age, neither of whom I had met before. Our mats were just a few inches apart, the class being full, and by the end of the hour, I felt so much love for these guys. We didn't speak much before, and not at all after, but it seemed as though we'd been through a journey together. The warmth and gratitude I feel for these men for sharing their energy with me is very real. It's happened before, a strong connection made, sometimes without a word or even a glance. Just the most subtle exchange of something infinite, the essence of which is love. Not very misanthropic of me, I know.