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The first time I noticed him I gasped for air. He quite literally took my breath away.
The first time I noticed it was about eight years ago.
I was in the first few days of my Yoga Teacher Training, and I was next to get up in front of the entire class and teach. That’s when I heard it. It was so loud—like someone shouting in my ear—that I jumped.
“Umm, hello…who the f*ck do you think you are?!”
n 2002 I was a passenger on flight 606 into San Francisco. It was an usually turbulent re-entry.
If you have ever flown into San Francisco, then you know that from 10,000 feet up, it appears as if the landing strip at the airport falls off into the ocean.
I’ve only passed out once in my life.
I was 15 years old and cheering at my high schools pep rally. I didn’t know it then, but the stress of my teenage years was stirring up a design that would find a way to slow down my whole body.
I practice a different kind of yoga. I do not do Sun Salutations at 7:30 at night and I don’t do crunches while in Supta Baddha Konasana.
I practice a yoga that does not care about what I am wearing or how far I twist.
I practice a yoga that recognizes that my hips may not turn like your hips in Warrior II, but that’s OK.
I practice my yoga, in my reality, and recognize that it may not be your reality, and that’s OK.
I am writing you from the clean clothed table of a supposed five-star restaurant in Varanasi, India.
I just took my first bite of my paneer butter masala and broke down in tears.
Pattabhi Jois, the Father of Ashtanga, studied under Krisnamacharya as head master of an orphanage in Mysore, India. He developed a series of asanas focused on health along with the benefit of running out the energy of the growing boys that he over looked.
A Letter to Ma India:
I took a wrong turn and stumbled down an alley. Narrow, cobblestone streets weaved their way deep into Delhi’s belly. Living was alive on these back streets.
Neighbors help neighbors. Kids play, while mothers cook.
74 pages of the little secrets of becoming a life coach.
I have spent many years and much money collaborating on all the contracts one might need to streamline the efficiency of their practice. I know what it’s like to run a business, one has to wear many hats,
What to take with you as you travel abroad. How to stay healthy and safe. My recommendations, suggestions, and tips.
If you are traveling you need this book.
The truth is our bodies are bundles of energetic frequencies that absorb and release energy every moment of every day. Everything is connected, especially when it comes to the magnificent universe that is your body.
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