Quiet Yoga Girl

I am growing in my yoga practice. So intelligently. So spiritually. So powerfully. It’s becoming the thing that I think about, from sunrise to sunset. And I am quiet. Kind. This person who I enjoy being. When my days get rough, I think about the muscles moving to my breath, a breath that I can …

Inner Yoga Mermaid

Tonight, a very lovely girlfriend, one boasting a super HUGE heart, one showcasing (naturally) a DOG-loving soul, one who resembles a Greek goddess on the cover of Italian Vogue, one who believes that true love’s kiss exists, one who began practicing Ashtanga Yoga just a few months ago at my behooving, divulged that she wasn’t quite feeling her Inner Yoga Mermaid as …

A Play Date On The Yoga Mat

Yesterday, at Whole Foods, I craved it. Needed it. Yet handstand is something that I haven’t been very successful at accomplishing during my yoga life. Even as a young girl, pre pre pre yoga, I was so scared to be upside down because dancers are so grounded. Type A perfectionists, for that matter, are grounded, too. But …

Finding My Yoga

The people and dogs in my life spark my heart. Daily! Hourly! By the minute! Second! Millisecond! Yoga, from my one hour, 45 minutes on the mat, to living peacefully off of the mat for the remaining 22 hours and 15 minutes, exercises every precious cell, tissue, bone, muscle, and organ in the body, notably …

An Ashtanga Yoga Puppy

A few, very precious, very delicate tears, falling upon cheekbones, palms to heart, staring into the mirror with absolute gratefulness for what Ashtanga Yoga has done to me, I completely absolutely cried. Let’s rewind. Please. On 26 April, exactly seven months and three days ago, I set to discover a traditional, classic, non-chaotic, old-school Indian form of yoga …