Brooklyn’s Yoga Day Stretches in Bushwick

Bushwick bent last night with Brooklyn’s Yoga Day, soothing NYC’s spring at a Troutman loft. Yogi Lena Carter led 100 in poses, a $10 ticket fest of mats and calm. It’s borough zen—pure BK vibe, breaths hot. A kid wobbled a tree; a pro sank a warrior. ‘Brooklyn heals—this is it,’ Carter says, ringing bells. The room turned retreat.

The day’s fresh—March 23’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing floors by 3 p.m. Carter’s a Williamsburg guru; last night’s crowd hit max—vibes glowed. A latecomer nabbed a mat; incense wafted—NYC grit faded. Runs one day—peace ruled. #BKYoga trended; Queens wants a mat.

Some griped—’Too soft,’ sniped a rusher, dodging calm. Space pinched—latecomers knelt; serenity held. A bell clanged—softened quick; flow rolled. Staten wants a turn, but Bushwick owns it—zen rules. The loft’s never stretched so bold.

Carter’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a park if spring bites. ‘NYC’s stress—this eases it,’ she says, packing mats. The day’s a Brooklyn win—grit meets grace. It’s a yoga rush; join the next. Bring a mat—breaths call.