As we rested in Savasana one evening and the teacher called out, "Sigh and let it all go," Cherie, a Clydesdale Thoroughbred Cross, chimed in with a lovely whinny. Clearly, horses and yoga went hoof and hand here.
This is the highlight of Ulpotha, for me: the unusual air of openness and kindness among the guests, fostered by the hostess of the retreat, Suzi, a South African woman who dedicates herself to making sure each guest is introduced to the others and discretely provides for every need.
I slump to the side, leaning on my arm, looking down at the fringed edge of my yoga blanket and wondering if I've made a mistake. A yoga retreat at an ashram in the foothills of the Catskill Mountains sounded great.
With an upcoming film festival job looming in my schedule, I realized that it was as good a time as any my stress factor was just going up and up. So I decided to take a week of mental preparation in the form of a six-day retreat.