The first time I did yoga, I was 49 years old – not a midlife mother, but clearly mid-life.  I walked into a small studio bathed in white. Something about the atmosphere made me feel relaxed and calm—even before I did any postures. It was a difficult time in my life. I needed peace and a respite from a set of family problems. I walked in feeling uptight and edgy; I walked out after class in another place. I knew the problems were still there but they felt more distant and I was less emotional about them. […]