Friday, September 25, 2009
The ee cummings-worthy sign on the door, as nebulous as it is descriptive, is just one of the reasons I love this place. (And no, there's no men's entrance. This is it.) It's on Fair Oaks in the middle of town, not far from the more zen-like sanctuary of Mission Street Yoga. Sure, kundalini energy is nice and all, but I'm happy to know that if things get too overwhelming, I'm just a hop, skip and a jump (or maybe a kick) away from some serious grrrrl-fighting expertise.