I’ve cried numerous times in a yoga class….as the student. Almost ten years as a New Yorker and I consider my yoga practice, my best friend. I show up to practice when I need to dance; when I need inspiration; when I need comfort; and usually, when I need to feel loved. It’s in a […]

I took my first yoga class in Paris inside these beautiful doors called, Rasa Yoga Rive Gauche. The class was entirely in French and although I don’t speak the language, I do understand yoga and was able to follow the teachers instructions perfectly. She stayed at the top of the class and pointed to specific […]