I have just come back from a yoga studio. In yoga, sound bath, silent meditation (I think I must have fallen asleep), sharing tea made from herbs in the teacher's garden. Lemon verbena, lemon balm, rose, rosemary. It was actually tasty, to my surprise.

A packed studio. Yoga mats next to each other, not a square inch of wasted space on the floor. Not one man.

I wonder if it is tra ceremony that made the group 100% women. When yoga is more fitness-focused, there is an occasional man, but today, no.