Transformation, or An ABBA-tape in my car
Lately I think very clearly in my car. I didn’t use to have one. Now it is my transporter, my little tortoise house, my red metallic accompanion. Filled with sand from the beach, three pair of shoes, a few yoga mats, a towel, a bikini, and an old ABBA tape […]
What kind of Yoga do you do?
Often times people ask me: What kind of yoga do you do? The other day I read an answer by another teacher to this question. He decided to answer his students: I do My yoga< And in a way, I think he is right; we are co-creating a millenary tradition; […]
