At the age of 14, I was slightly boy-entranced. My Grammie used to joke that I’d get whiplash if I wasn’t more careful. Particularly luminous lads would often catch my eye (and crane my neck) as we were driving around. My head seemed to act of its own accord. Apparently...
Let’s conduct ourselves accordingly. Today and every day. artwork and quote: © Y is for Yogini...
On the 30th day of December, yoga gave to me twelve santas in savasana. . . { eleven minute meditations } { ten yin binds } { nine acro yogis } { eight super stiffies } { seven bendy yoginis } { six yoga blanket forts } { five yoga props } { four singing bowls } { three sneaky gassers } { two melted hearts } { and a yoga...
On the 28th day of December, yoga gave to me eleven minute meditations. . . { ten yin binds } { nine acro yogis } { eight super stiffies } { seven bendy yoginis } { six yoga blanket forts } { five yoga props } { four singing bowls } { three sneaky gassers } { two melted hearts } { and a yoga studio made of cake...
On the 26th day of December, yoga gave to me ten yin binds. . . { nine acro yogis } { eight super stiffies } { seven bendy yoginis } { six yoga blanket forts } { five yoga props } { four singing bowls } { three sneaky gassers } { two melted hearts } { and a yoga studio made of cake + candy } ...