Patricio Rizzo 

In a yin yoga you hold positions longer. You get into connective tissues. While we were in class, Sunshine, the teacher, told us the following story. 

     As a child she always wanted to have a tree house, and for one reason or another she never got one. When she was sixteen years old she began building a big tree house behind her parents’ house with materials she appropriated from a construction site. She built a floor, walls, a roof and a door and had a nice tree house. One afternoon she went to the tree house and found boys in her tree house. They kicked her out and began putting “No Girls Allowed” signs. She told the boys that she built the house but they did not listen. Time went by and she began finding little cars in the house. She knew she was about to leave her home so she did not care much about the tree house. Then she left home. 

     Every time she went back home she would visit the tree house and the little cars were replaced with beer cans, candles, lighters. Years went by and little by little the tree house became dilapidated and fell apart. 

     And as we were in the yoga class Sunshine told us that last week she was at a party, and she began talking to a younger girl. The girl asked Sunshine where she grew up and she told her, and the girl grew up in the same neighborhood. She said to Sunshine: I used to hang out with my friends in a tree house, all of the kids in the neighborhood used to hang out at that cool tree house. 

     It was the tree house Sunshine built.

     And Sunshine told us: sometimes we create things for others to enjoy. It all comes around.