I fell asleep on my yoga mat today– I didn’t make it far, and it wasn’t time for rest. Last night, I couldn’t sleep… I was wrestling with black lives mattering, brown lives mattering, pink lives mattering, white lives mattering…how to find parity between that and the fact that I believe that no one exists…
Wrong. Tiaras, laurels, and crowns are all acceptable at brunch. And CVS. And in the shala after practice. During pranayama. While baking cookies… I mean, um, making smoothies. http://wpo.st/g2Xj1
Today, a picture of Rolf (a dear teacher of mine) popped up — him with many of his dogs on the beach. Yesterday, there were no pictures of me from David’s (my dear teacher here) intensive, but many with Charlie. Rolf doesn’t care for having his picture posted. Today, a student came to me to…
If you can read this, you’re probably in down dog 😉
Years of daily mindfulness practice and I still can’t remember dry underwear.
My favorite kind of day: my ashtanga practice in the am, chats with dear friends, teaching, napping with the pup, bikram, lifting, and then more friends. It’s about perfect.
As far as playtime goes, there’s no room for blocks, straps, or mats on the soccer field. Working on keeping my knees together… like a lady. I love it when it gets warm and I get to practice outside. #viparitasalabhasana #menofyoga #gayyoga #yogadudes #YogaEveryDamnDay #boysofyoga #yogaguy #yogaeveryday #ashtanga
Making shapes in the grass. Look, imma #ekapadabakasana
Making shapes in the grass. Look, imma #ekapadabakasana
Making shapes. I’m a one legged crow — #ekapadabakasana — aaaand I forgot to take off my IMF BADGE. #dcproblems