Ashtanga yoga is for 12 year-old boys … and other absurdities
I practice Ashtanga yoga, Mysore style. It’s my daily practice. But it almost wasn’t. Took me nearly 6 years to work up the nerve to step into a class. There was always this cloud of mystery and falsehoods passed around that kept me, and I would guess many, from ever trying. So, pardon this reversion of a blog from long ago, but right… Read more →


