The evenings when I attend yoga classes generally follow a very distinct pattern. I arrive feeling a little rushed/irritable/tense/preoccupied and I leave feeling simultaneously invigorated and relaxed. However, the view on my walk to yoga was so damn sparkly the other night that I was instantaneously invigorated and relaxed before the class even started. It made a nice change. Yesterday night I attended a different studio for a John Stirk workshop. Yoga is for Girls describes the Stirk experience beautifully.