And a sense that I’d entered into an Ashtanga version of a Dan Brown novel as…
And a sense that I’d entered into an Ashtanga version of a Dan Brown novel as I woke up realizing Norman Allen hadn’t really tried to break my rib in my sleep.
And a sense that I’d entered into an Ashtanga version of a Dan Brown novel as I woke up realizing Norman Allen hadn’t really tried to break my rib in my sleep.
Princess Sparklepony & Mula Bandha. She likes Vatayanasana.
Gaga, Britney, & Lemon Jelly gets Mula Bandha to my dance floor. Bitch can *move*.
an “Ashtanga yoga? Fuck yeah!” kinda morning. Danced off my mat into the sun.
So excited that a vipassana meditation center, Dhamma Delaware, is only two hours away. She opens her doors in January.
proactive > reactive > no practice
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.
A wear your dhoti to practice kind of morning.
If I had known I’d be out of work for October, I’d have gone to Mysore.
“Body not stiff, mind stiff.” Nope, both.