We usually have Wednesday lunch break yoga at the Woolrich conference center, but they had a blood drive there today, so we moved it to the woolen mill, to the space where our blankets used to be made.
Apparently, this was once a buzzing part of the mill, before most of our product manufacturing was moved overseas.
I wonder what the mill workers in the 19th century would have thought if they could have seen us in a glimpse of the future. Beside our teacher’s portable iPod player, there was nothing futuristic about the scene. Just a group of women stretching on their mats, practicing a century-old Buddhist ritual. But that’s exactly what they would have found very absurd, I assume.