Last Friday, I enjoyed a wonderful Kundalini Yoga class. It was certainly long overdue, as I hadn't been to a studio yoga class in so, so long.

Just before the class, there was enough time to lie on my mat and be still before we would officially begin.

I was surrounded by two other early bird yoga students. One man was so relaxed he started snoring loudly. The other man, just to the left of me, was also lying down on his mat (not snoring) but breathing heavily ....in and out, in and out.

In a city such as New York, there really isn't much time for stillness. It seems like an eternal drumbeat ...from a drummer that just doesn't know the meaning of the word "quit". The calmness of the room, the skylight overhead, my fellow yogis .....a little bit of peace entered our Metro area.

As the class began, we started our practice with chanting the Adi Mantra " Ong na mo - Guru dev namo" which translates to "I call on Infinite Creative Consciousness - I call on Divine Wisdom".

I cannot explain the rise of goosebumps that I felt from experiencing the sound of this strong hum of chanting that filled this room. I was so moved.

Just yesterday, I decided to attend a service at The Community Church of New York.  My first visit there, but second bout of goosebumps.

Mid-service, a woman from the choir got up and sang a song called "Take My Hand, Precious Lord". Her voice was breathtaking. She literally sang like an angel. Complete goosebumps all around, and quite a few tears filled the church. It was nothing short of amazing.

On this cold and crisp Monday, here is an ode to NYC, as well as every other city and town, for all of it's unique small graces, quiet moments, and unexpected gentle rumblings.