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(Colchester, Essex Co., UK) for including “Conducting the Awesome,” in your October HOT YOGA special. This magazine is ‘with it.’ Last month, they celebrated their 100th issue, and have published extensively on inclusivity, body positivity, yin yoga, retreats, men in yoga, Western Yoga, and breath training as the new yoga. Breath Training is what I
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A memorable month on the home ground to see many family and friends. Two Wisconsin trips with Marquette, Michigan in between sweetened by literary frosting. The last nine days, Debbie came north to share in the good times. Thanks everyone for food and drink, word and music, for yoga and breath. Until next time, namaste
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I ignore that which is trending and I despise the shallowness steering our culture to the banal and ugly even as I am caught within its mean cultural zeitgeist. It’s why I yoga: to take myself away from a greedy and ugly culture, awash in self-pity. But I also yoga to take my selfish
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YOGA & LEATHER: A New Road for Bikers Every yogi is the same. But every yogi has been injured in their own way. Debbie McGregor, passionate yogi and motorcyclist, was first injured at age 11. It happened in a rodeo mishap when she was locked in a cramped chute with a panicked horse. A
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https://www.badyogi.com/blog/the-way-to-sacred-being/?fbclid=IwAR11TijsRYEgUlKi-ke5nOGzB-7ru87gv7SubJeQVLSRMgfaOuXBtE4jQ_A
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Thank you BAD YOGI MAGAZINE for publishing my 77th yoga article (inspirations) http://www.badyogi.com/blog/the-way-to-sacred-being/
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Every day, evaluate your riding. It’s a habit I picked up from my days as a MSF rider/coach in Hawaii. I’d tell students one way to improve is to ask themselves how they did on the road when they were home and the bike was parked. And then I started doing that in a deliberate
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For National Poetry Month, the last four lines from “If You Knew.” What would people look like If we could see them as they are; soaked in honey, stung and swollen, reckless, pinned against time?