We set out yoga mats in a restored barn apartment at our home in Phippsburg. We assembled a group of writers for cozy Thursday night workshops in the library. We set the dining room table for twelve. We studied dharma. We sharpened our knives. We waited.
No sooner than we began, the global pandemic shut Santosha down. For months at a time, in line with CDC recommendations, we opened, closed, opened again, closed again. We tested relentlessly; we continued steadfastly. We nearly closed our doors for good.
When we permanently reopened in autumn 2020, we didn’t know what to expect. Out of the blue, you overwhelmed us—we could barely keep up with your booking requests. Yoga brought us together. That candlelit dining table filled every night. Matt O’Donnell washed dishes until his knuckles went raw. We outgrew our barn shala and renovated a garage to make space for more mats. When vaccination became available, thanks to you, we did not have an empty room for most summer nights in 2021. Other incredible folks came to our rescue—yogis-in-residence from across the country taught our classes; local teachers stepped in, too; Healing Arts practitioners gave treatments on our screened porch; and volunteers poured in with fresh energy and joy.