It was about two-thirds of the way through the class when I found myself laughing while in down dog. Not out loud, of course, but with sweat streaming and muscles straining I reached some point of euphoria. For a few seconds I felt so light I could have floated away. It‘s the kind of experience that you can’t intentionally construct. If you think about making happen it will never will. That’s one of the things I’ve found so intriguing about yoga practice. Yes, we go through the motions, but the motions are not what is most important, it’s the intention we find in the breath that fuels the motions. And the breath allows us to break away from patterns of the mind that get tied up in our muscles. Yoga is work and play, effort and release, and sometimes a good deep laugh.