This Monday morning, I taught my first class since the Boston Marathon bombing and subsequent events that rattled our city. Advertisements
I ain’t talking about your dirty mind.
Well, there you go. The best intentions of chronicling my months during my first yoga teacher training produced the meager fruit of just four posts.
…then stand on your hands!
If I could transform the holiday season (steamy mugs of hot cocoa; arms cocooned by wooly sweaters; twinkling white lights against a dark winter sky) into music, it would sound something like this.