Team Yoga School. I have so much love in my heart for all these kiddos. Grade 'A' Yoga Badasses.
Each and every one of them.
So many of you know I attended a yoga teacher training in Sedona this summer. What I haven't told many people are any of the details therein. A big part of that is that I haven't really been sure what to say. I learned so much from so many people, I can't really express what happened during June and July in a very concise way. I mean, as always there are some hilarious stories. Especially when you send a little Mormon girl and her toddler to yoga school. And I want to tell them. You know I do.
Another reason I haven't really gotten around to telling this story is because I haven't really found a good way to thank all the amazing people that made my going to this training possible. It truly changed my life in so many wonderful ways. How do you thank someone adequately for that?
So today, I'll just start with a few pictures from that amazing month.
But in the mean time. Thank you to all of you who made this dream a reality.
I'll keep working on a better way to say it.
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| Yoga on the Rocks |
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| Allie. I broke into her house with a credit card. |
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| Madeline |
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| By her own admission, she's broken her own ribs doing yoga. |
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| You can't get much more yoga street cred than that. |
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| the garden |
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| monsoon |
Statues for chanting. I didn't chant at anything for the record. Except my alarm clock at 3:30 am when I had to get up everyday. I would have gladly put a voodoo curse on it if it would have changed anything.
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| Kristopher at the creek |
That's a real live yurt, y'all. I slept in it. At night. On a hill by myself. For one whole hour. It was terrifying. A bunny almost ate me.
