It won’t happen over night, but it *always* happens overnight.
It won’t happen over night, but it *always* happens overnight.
It won’t happen over night, but it *always* happens overnight.
“I got those arms into a bind on Sunday–not that my bind was the epitome of the workshop, but still…” –highlight of my day– from one of my “Makin’ Shapes” workshop participants at Little River Yoga.
proactive > reactive > no practice
Go wildly-offensively named local sports team!
My spiritual practice juxtaposed with ancient art inspired by others’ own sadhana. Peg & I were art for the Smithsonian tonight… Like moon rocks, ruby slippers, and “Starry Nights.” 5000 years of yogic art indeed. Om Namah Shivaya.
So honoured to be presenting a demonstration of Ashtanga Yoga for “The Art of Transformation” Opening Night Gala at the Smithsonian’s Freer and Sackler Galleries.
back on the grid!
The phone I want is sold out everywhere. Instead of driving, I could have checked online. Fail. Still no phone.
Phone’s been stolen. Hey Hey.
A wear your dhoti to practice kind of morning.