Sweat and Surrender

Sweat drips from the ceiling. Sweat glazes the linoleum floor. Sweat beads on noses, trickles down arms, shines on tattooed backs.

The single barred window is open as far as it will go, but the stingy breeze brings no relief. The cinderblock chapel feels like a furnace. There is no water.

But the men keep moving. In their every panting breath is peace.

On this Wednesday afternoon, just as he's done for the last three years, instructor Robbie Norris teaches ashtanga yoga to inmates in the Richmond City Jail.

Norris begins by leading the men through a series of sun salutations, the foundational sequence of nine movements. He counts in Sanskrit.

Robbie Norris