I’m channeling that one cowboy comedian today. “You might be a redneck yogi/yogini if…” you blather on and on about your practice to unsuspecting bystanders. oh lawdy, it’s a yogic drive-by! your non-yogi/yogini boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, wife, sister, etc. now magically (and unintentionally) knows the Sanskrit names of most poses. half or more of...
Let me first say that this body is pure, no drugs. Ever. That out of the way, I looooove me some Notorious B.I.G. I was listening to Big Poppa the other day and thinking about how much my knees hurt after a full weekend of standing-poses-focused TT and bam! The...
I’ve been practicing this awesomeness called yoga for a very long time. I like to think I have a solid idea of what I’m doing. I need to come clean, though, and say that sometimes my ego really gets in my way. I’m learning to say, “Ego! Take thyself away,...
I crack up when I start talking about yoga to people who don’t know much about it (you know, the non-initiated). Instead of getting on my soapbox, I get on my yoga block. I get so gosh darned excited about yogaandmypracticeandmyteachertrainingandeverything (!!!) that I can talk all day. There’s so...