Yoga Moves at Sangha was born long before a shovel was ever put to ground. This dream started the first time I stepped into the Yoga Loft in Wilmington Massachusetts. Instantly, I knew I had found something special. The smiles, the altar, the incense, the collective sense of family, and of course, the practice. The sweat, the physical struggle, the feeling of being at my ultimate edge and having the strength to stay there. To face something difficult with everyone else and then the sweet sense of accomplishment and moving on through it. I knew this was more than just a work-out, this was a community. One breath, one collective movement, a tribe. Alas, the lights dimmed and the sweet surrender into savasana. Into stillness, rest, and then the tears came while I laid savasana. From where these tears came I wasn't sure but they were amazing. In the stillness of savasana I have had many releases. Some I recognized and some I didn't know I needed. Somewhere in that hour yoga practice I knew that I was home with people that would be my community, my Sangha, just like the t-shirt said. I left that studio knowing that yoga would be a daily practice going forward, and the Yoga Loft would be my happy place. Someday I would build such a space for others to feel what I felt and continue to feel 15 years later. I would build not just a yoga studio but a community. A Sangha, one rhythm, one tribe.