Walking Tall

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My yoga practice began to change not just my body, but my mind and my spirit. At some point early in my yoga journey, I'd started standing taller. Shoulders down my back, heart open and head held high, my steps confident and solid. And that was just the beginning.

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Opening to the Present

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We rolled out our mats along the walls of the studio, all 35 of us—34 women and one man of varying ages, sizes, shapes and backgrounds—facing one another and the center of the room. And that’s how we started. No introductions, no stories, no preparation. We jumped right in.

A Yogini in the Making

{This post was originally published on September 15, 2010. It was the first in a series I'll be re-sharing here about my journey toward myself through yoga.} Three months ago, when I broke up with my boyfriend of six-and-a-half years, I braced myself for the anger and grief that I knew would follow. It washes … Continue reading A Yogini in the Making