In the short time that Mekong Yoga studio was open, I became attached to the space. I know, not too “happy impermanent” of me.
I couldn’t help myself.
There was a certain energy that drew me in. And, not just me; most who passed through.
Was it the history of a building on temple grounds collected in old, picture frames-a lineage of monks? Or, the simplicity of design with time sharing it’s personal touch in warped floors and cracking walls? Was it the way the light made long shadows at certain times of day or how the golden stupa atop the hill was perfectly framed in the window? Was it the sound of the neighboring family going through with daily chores? The moments of stillness found in the center of town activity?
Whatever it was, it was nothing short of special.
It felt right to close those doors a few days ago. But this is also true; I loved practicing there.
(Click on 1st image for slideshow showing studio space progression from opening to closing)