I’ll never forget that time back in 2011, when in the magical land of Brooklyn, I took my first Bikram class with a teacher that will remain unnamed. Let me be clear, this wasn’t my first class. At that point, I’d been practicing Bikram yoga for about 4 years, and teaching it for about 3. No, this story is about the first time I took class with said teacher. And the wild way in which my life changed.
I love that I get to tap into my inner DJ when I get to lead a movement class. And I got to do tons of it at the last Wild Woman Fest.
Not-so-funny little story: on the night of December 21st, 2014, I celebrated the winter solstice with a girlfriend at a sweet little vegetarian joint in Queens. After dinner and plenty of catching up, we began to scribble on the paper platesettings a list of our most deepest desires. On the darkest night of the year, we were to dig into our hearts for what we most longed for, and in our own way, plant the seeds for our visions.