The waves hit me too hard on Saturday and I'm still pink. Or maybe it was the sun, but who wants to admit that?
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It has been a long road. I recently published all of my blogs onto one platform. Since 2007 I have had 29 blogs. That’s close to 80...
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Maybe it is like ladies' holiday, you take the first three days off to rest. Or maybe you just keep practicing and sweat it out. Persona...
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Okay, now, while I don't think yoga should be learned from pictures, I do know that this is how I started my practice. I hunted these p...
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"You are enlightened until you think that you aren't." -David Williams (Photo from David's website http://www.ashtangayog... -
I've been asked this so many times. How the #%&! do you jump through? ? Well... Magic. My long monkey arms. I don't eat meat. I...
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Reading this or any blog could be constituted as a distraction. Just thought you ought to be made aware of this. I thought I might as well ...
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In the winter, the balmy, sticky, cold, and rainy days make me scared to go to practice. I feel like an old hinge and a rusty bike chain al...
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I'll be the first to admit it. I was staring at the main shala homepage waiting to see a note that said "no fearing, you come...
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From the talk: "And what I have to, sort of keep telling myself when I get really psyched out about that, is, don't be afraid. Don...
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Saraswati and I had a moment today and its possible that she didn't even know it. (Sometimes I feel like a stalker that develops this en...
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Why on earth would I care whether or not my students waited for my count before moving into upward dog from chaturanga? I ponder this ques...
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