There he was at the controls in the very back of the room, wearing cords, a long sleeved shirt, and big black framed glasses. He didn’t look like he was about to teach a yoga class. He looked like a skateboarder about to terrorize a retirement community. He was already setting a tone with his playlist. I have often wondered what would MC Yogi play? And what would MC Yogi teach?
How to decide which yoga class to take, or studio to visit, or even which hand-poured coffee to drink when visiting San Francisco? One Sunday morning in June I made the difficult choice (ha) of drinking both Blue Bottle and Ritual Roasters coffee in Hayes Valley before heading to Shakti Church with KK Ledford at Yoga Tree just around the corner. KK has a devoted following she calls the Kosmic Kula, or KosKul for short. My friend Dave Atlas, an Anusara devotee, is one of them. Dave told me to... Read The Rest →
Thanks to Hugger Mugger Yoga Products for publishing some of my blog entries (as the Traveling Yogi). That Shiva Rea Trance Dance experience I wrote about was just half of the retreat I was able to make it to. The next day was Easter Sunday, and Shiva’s playlist was infused with Christian gospel. Surprising and intriguing! She even admitted the music was corny, but asked us to listen to the lyrics. I don’t think of myself as Christian, and have had my difficulties with fundamentalist religion in my past, but... Read The Rest →
Sometimes you just need to get away. Saturday my friend Danielle and I drove to Moab for the last two days of Shiva Rea’s desert retreat. We talked the whole way down, effortlessly, as we meandered down the highways of Utah, stopping to take pictures along the way–of deer antler heaven, decrepit houses and barns, yoga altars, and gorgeous majestic red rock formations–all the way unwinding. We didn’t know that Saturday night’s class was trance dance. When we found out, we weren’t thrilled. But sometimes isn’t that the way we... Read The Rest →
Sunday Kirtan Flow class at Bhakti Yoga Shala, Santa Monica–March 6, 2011 Just a block from the Third Street Promenade in downtown Santa Monica, in a super high rent district (with a Barneys New York Co-op–enough said), sits a small studio called Bhakti Yoga Shala. Small, and more Santa Cruz than Santa Monica, this tiny studio has so much heart. I arrived early for the Sunday 10 a.m. Kirtan Flow class to meet my friend Lo (Y is For Yogini). While waiting for Lo, I watched Govindas and Radha arrive... Read The Rest →