Someone farted in yoga class today.

And it wasn’t me.

Has anyone told you that that’s why they don’t go to yoga? I’ve certainly heard it a lot as a reason not to go and I’ve always been floored because I had never heard it. Well, today good humans, it happened and it was everything I thought it would be.

I actually don’t know who it was, we were in a floor pose and I couldn’t see nor connect the flatulence to the person but I thought it was damn funny. And guess what, no one died of embarrassment, no one laughed out loud, but I did indeed laugh because who doesn’t love a good fart sound?

I could have asked around after class but it didn’t matter, I didn’t care - that person will probably go throughout the rest of their day and weekend replaying the fart in their head. I hold so much space and grace for this person, I am beaming my “it’s ok, you’re safe” energy to them to make sure they allow themselves to be human.

So it happened, on this 6th month of yoga, I heard a fart - here’s to hoping there are more.