Ancient Paths
Life feels like the Himalayas—beautiful yet treacherous. Good thing yoga offers ancient paths with guides who've already slipped on the ice and built maps with their footsteps. You don't have to climb alone. Begin, and continue.
Yoganimosity
Yoganimosity: when yoga teachers treat studios as 'rivals' instead of candles lighting each other's flames. Are we organs competing in one body, or friends upholding yoga's light for different communities? Let's laugh at our pettiness & let the tide lift all boats.
Cake lessons
Wedding cake disasters taught me yoga's greatest treasures: patience, humility & compassion. We pile on 'flowers' to hide imperfections—brands, cars, distractions—instead of fixing what's underneath. True beauty comes from purifying ourselves, breath by radiant breath.
Overcoming overindulgence
From PE failures & comfort eating to yoga studio parking lots, battling self-doubt. One teacher asking me to light candles changed everything—simple recognition weaving the tapestry of humankind. Our smallest acts create watershed moments we'll never know.
Hot yoga history
Plot twist: Hot yoga comes from bodybuilding swagger, Shirley MacLane's studio, & a broken AC myth. Bikram claimed fake championships while his wife Rajashree won the real ones. True yoga champions drive with humility, not ego—even at 107 degrees.
Indra’s legacy
Meet Indra Devi: the cheetah-print-wearing, high-heel-rocking dame who brought yoga to Hollywood's elite in the 1940s. From Russian revolution refugee to First Lady of Yoga on Sunset Boulevard—she's why there's a studio on every corner. Shapeshifting diamonds leave lasting light.
Just bee
Don't just do something… Sit There!' Modern laziness is compulsive busyness avoiding real issues. What we resist persists—even behind mental refrigerators. We're not human 'doings' but beings. Yoga studios: where we practice just bee-ing in contentment. 🐝
Show your colors
Indian grandmas rock saris with bare midriffs unapologetically while we obsess over fashion police. After 9/11, USA Grill hid their true colors from fear. Your yoga teacher was right: we're not Tupperware containers—we're the spirit, heart & courage inside.
Our true names
Thich Nhat Hanh's poem pierced my spiritual balloon: feeling interconnected with baby birds is easy, but with pirates? Decades later, this yoga teacher learns true names aren't about escaping the past—they're about embracing it. From Sarah to Christine: victory in the present.
Demolition
Demolition feels like making wedding cakes—chaos equals creativity. Ripping walls apart to birth a yoga studio, goggles & all. Raw hands, bruised body, but ecstatic hope! Mom's hidden poem: 'Amid desolation, life springs.' Daisies grow through cracks; dreams through debris.
