YogaDawg's Lawn Chair Yoga - Get off your chair and let it do yoga!
Boat Pose
Plow Pose
Shoulder Stand
Supported Headstand
Fish Pose
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
YogaDawg's Lawn Chair Yoga - Core Poses
YogaDawg's Lawn Chair Yoga - Get off your chair and let it do yoga!
Monday, July 13, 2009
YogaDawg's Lawn Chair Yoga - Opening Poses
YogaDawg's Lawn Chair Yoga - Get off your chair and let it do yoga!
"Mountain Pose"
"Plank Pose"
"Upward Facing Dog"
"Downward Facing Dog"
Sunday, July 12, 2009
YogaDawg's Yoga Fun Sundays - The Baron Letters
I stumbled on these letters to Baron Baptiste while researching quotes from this famous yoga star. These are funny and insightful and proves that not everyone will drink the yoga star's kool-aid. Thanks to the Must be Motherhood blogger who goes by the name of Eve for letting me repost the letters in full text.
OCTOBER 16, 2007
Dear Mr. Baron Baptiste,
Thank you for your recent email invitation to your Personal Revolution All-Day Immersion in New York City on November 10. How did you know that I am in dire need of a Life, Body & Soul Transformation? It’s like you have superpowers. Of course you do. Who could deny it when you look so delicious sitting on a pier near your home in Hawaii (and thanks also for including this yummy photo in your invitation)?
Back in another lifetime, oh, say, a good five years ago, I practiced at least once a week at your hot yoga studio in Boston’s Back Bay, convienently located across the street from my office building. My good friend and I would dash over post-work, skipping cocktails (those were the days, weren’t they?) and submit our bodies to your 100 degree room and boot-camp instructors and bend ourselves to the physical and mental limit for NINETY minutes. When we were finished, we were drenched with sweat and dizzy and high from deydration. For days afterwards, we’d walk around like ninety-year olds. And then, we’d come back for more.
Ah, we drank your Kool-aid all right.
I still use your hour long audio class CD to practice according to your methods at home. But these days I usually poop out at the forty-five minute mark. There was also a brief period when I attempted your 40 Days to Personal Revolution guide because boy, did I need a revolution at the time. I, the woman who has been moaning for nearly a year and half about not getting enough sleep, set my alarm quite early to practice yoga for incrementally longer periods of time SIX DAYS A WEEK. But I lost you when you wanted me to go for longer than an hour first thing in the morning. I didn’t have it in me. And I’ve been disappointed in myself ever since, thankyouverymuch, because the revolution was short-lived. Oy.
Baron, if you offered your class in Boston and I still lived in Boston, I would consider your offer to enjoy INCREASED STRENGTH, VITALITY, A RENEWED MENTAL EDGE, OR A DEEPER SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE, via the Personal Revolution All-Day Immersion because, as you say, it “can take you there.” Although it has been five years since I practiced your brand of athletic, sweaty yoga with a good dose of new-agey-humor (aka “now twist! point your nipples like laserlights up towards saturn”), I yearn to become your apprentice archeologist and “excavate” my “ideal practice” alongside you. Freeing my true self and transforming my life through yoga with a constant emphasis on gentleness and acceptance sounds like the right ticket right about now. I’m hanging by a thread here, Baron. We’re always trying to get Pitter to “be gentle! gentle!” so this philosophy resounds deeply with me.
But alas, I am not independently wealthy and cannot join you for the ALMOST SOLD OUT upcoming Saturday in November in New York. Perhaps I will support your cause with the purchase of this book you wrote for your son:
But then again, such a gift could have catastrophic consequences as Pitter’s daddy, who cannot even touch his toes, would never be mistaken for a pretzal, and Pitter might conclude that you, Baron Baptiste are his real father. And we can’t have that. Unless…it would mean you would adopt us so we could live in Hawaii with you and also sit on a lovely pier, serene and ridiculously flexible.
Namaste and xox
Me
P.s.: Keep the email invitations coming. Along with the other Boston/East-Coast mailing lists I’m on, they’re really helping me adjust to the midwest. I mean, I’m just exhausted considering all the great road races, concerts, yoga retreats and special-invitation movies I could be going to if we still lived in Boston!
DECEMBER 20, 2007
Dearest Baron Baptiste,
Hi, love.
I suspect our messages crossed in the mail, and that you didn’t read my last note before sending me your latest invitation. Because if you did, my benevolent bandanna bearing boy, you would know that my ability to just pick up and join you in a week of sweaty yoga sessions and deep thoughts has been severely compromised by motherhood.
Nevertheless, you send me an invitation to this:
Baron Baptiste’s Teacher’s Bootcamp is an exclusive hands-on opportunity for those who understand that a yoga teacher’s deepest responsibility – and ultimate reward – is the ability to transform the lives of individuals seeking physical and spiritual growth – leading them to a healthier state of existence.
Kindly, you suggest that ”This is a process of total immersion and transformation for those who want to teach and even for those who don’t.” Even for those who don’t. So, inclusive, while at the same time, being exclusive. As usual, you’ve got me all turned around and fluttery, Baron.
Honestly, you had me at exceptional standards and personal attention. Would you actually be there to assist me into a more precise crow or dancer’s bow? And, like, touch me? Squeee!
And then, you threw in Hawaii. The BIG ISLAND. How did you know that the only reason I agreed to have Pitter was so that we could guide him towards becoming a high-powered attorney/speciality surgeon/corporate bitch so that he can buy me and Sweet Cheeks a retirement home in Hawaii? That’s how much I love Hawaii, Baron.
Look at these beautiful people, mats jammed so close together, sweating together, truly, “Lives Touched in a Moment – and Transformed Forever.” Who can resist this siren call to grow more than I could ever imagine? Have you been keeping up with my blog and recent foray into therapy? I want to be more than I can imagine. It sounds marvelous.
But.
But.
Then there’s this stuff about those who attend this training bootcamp demanding (demanding!) more of yourselves and each other than anyone could reasonably expect. Let’s pause on this sentence, shall we?: More than anyone could reasonably expect. Combine this idea with your insistence, nay, expectation, that I show up at my best, every minute of every day, and we have a problem.
Every minute, Baron? Every single minute, even while asleep? I’ve gotta be honest. I’m a scatterbrain since becoming a mother. I can’t focus for 1440 minutes for every day I’m in Hawaii. I haven’t slept a full night in almost two years. I’m suffering from mild depression. It’s more than anyone could reasonably expect, pretzel man.
And so, yet again, I must decline your exceptional offer. May your backbends be bendy and your hands stay soft. Even when you’re practicing on rough, callousy volcano detritus.
Don’t forget about me. Somehow, someday, when the time is right, we’ll find the time to come together.
Kisses.
Me.
FEBRUARY 5, 2009
A Special Valentine Message for Mr. Baron Baptiste
Dear Baron,
Over the last month you have invited me to join you in Boston in March, London in April, and Montana in June for a bevvy of seminars with you and your cadre of yogi pretzels.
And you are so very excited about it. I mean, take a look at yourself.
Wave your hands in the air like you just don’t care!
But at this point in our relationship I feel like you’re just not listening to me. Let’s face it: we’re just not as close as we used to be and your bandanna’d enthusiasm cannot just magically make up for it. Also? Three getaway invitations would strike any girl as a little desperate. Just sayin’.
It’s not that I’ve lost all interest in synertistically working to dissolve my energy blocks with you. I would never suggest that I am a woman without held emotions or limited perceptions. And after recently birthing a second child, I am a reasonable candidate to face these myriad of problems with bio-mechanical precision, strength and an open heart.
I wear my shoulders up by my ears and I cry regularly when watching stories about local dogs fall into frozen ponds on the news. I am by all accounts a mess.
And yet, all of your invitations promise scenes that go something like this:
I think I’m over it.
Don’t get me wrong: The idea of spending a brisk Blue Sky mornings with you this summer trying to become a Sannyasin spiritual warrior, a seeker of truth, an individual on a mission of positive change is not altogether unappealing. Surely it’s a step up from a Sesame Street warrior, a seeker of Elmo, an individual on a mission to record all of the recent Curious George episodes on PBS.
But do we have to do it in a 100 degree hothouse sticking ass to ass?
Here’s where this gets difficult for me.
Have you met Shiva Rea? She’s pretty bendy too.
I’ve been cheating on you with her.
Instead of practicing in quarters that put the crazy in close, she rides the wave of fluid power in grand, open white sandy places like this:
Be honest, Baron. What’s not to like?
Sometimes it’s like she’s convinced the cast of Lost to get hopped up on LSD to undulate about like a bunch of blissed-out patchouli-smelling Rainbow tribe people. And sometimes she gives them fire to play with. How awesome is this? This is transformational entertainment.
Look how flowly and connected to our inner water she is while she practices on that shimmery expanse of sand. Sometimes she doesn’t even confine herself to a mat.
Just imagine! Not only is she not breathing in some rank foot odor from the guy next to her who’s made the unfortunate choice to don purple spandex pants, she’s practically breathing in the mystical air of the sands of time as they sweep from the Pacific over the dunes, directly to her soul. Into her soul, Baron. Fresh air is kind of nice, isn’t it?
And, not only does she not discuss raising our nipples to mars, but she twists and twirls about in what I must admit is a very enviable yogic trance with her patented circulating wave motion.
I think it’s kind of sexy. It’s a bit like Carmen Electra’s Striptease video minus the skank.
Oh, but it’s not all about the sex. Shiva Rea is also very scientific! Did you know her undulating wave powers come from atomic and cellular levels?
Finally, do you realize that on this DVD, which includes a special Yoga Matrix, I can create my own vinyasas with over three hours of material? Well I can. And that’s true flexibility, Baron.
I know, I know. It’s mean to expect you to compete with this. So I’m not going to. I’m going to set you free.
The methods of Baptiste Power Vinyasa Yoga have served me well for years, but while I’ve used your patented combination of intuition, authenticity, creativity, technical knowledge in serach of total transformation, things have gotten stale, and frankly, a bit smelly.
I’ve got to turn elsewhere. Please know that I will always love you, but I’ve got a new yogi mistress.
Until we meet on the other side, Namaste.
OCTOBER 16, 2007
Dear Mr. Baron Baptiste,
Thank you for your recent email invitation to your Personal Revolution All-Day Immersion in New York City on November 10. How did you know that I am in dire need of a Life, Body & Soul Transformation? It’s like you have superpowers. Of course you do. Who could deny it when you look so delicious sitting on a pier near your home in Hawaii (and thanks also for including this yummy photo in your invitation)?
Back in another lifetime, oh, say, a good five years ago, I practiced at least once a week at your hot yoga studio in Boston’s Back Bay, convienently located across the street from my office building. My good friend and I would dash over post-work, skipping cocktails (those were the days, weren’t they?) and submit our bodies to your 100 degree room and boot-camp instructors and bend ourselves to the physical and mental limit for NINETY minutes. When we were finished, we were drenched with sweat and dizzy and high from deydration. For days afterwards, we’d walk around like ninety-year olds. And then, we’d come back for more.
Ah, we drank your Kool-aid all right.
I still use your hour long audio class CD to practice according to your methods at home. But these days I usually poop out at the forty-five minute mark. There was also a brief period when I attempted your 40 Days to Personal Revolution guide because boy, did I need a revolution at the time. I, the woman who has been moaning for nearly a year and half about not getting enough sleep, set my alarm quite early to practice yoga for incrementally longer periods of time SIX DAYS A WEEK. But I lost you when you wanted me to go for longer than an hour first thing in the morning. I didn’t have it in me. And I’ve been disappointed in myself ever since, thankyouverymuch, because the revolution was short-lived. Oy.
Baron, if you offered your class in Boston and I still lived in Boston, I would consider your offer to enjoy INCREASED STRENGTH, VITALITY, A RENEWED MENTAL EDGE, OR A DEEPER SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE, via the Personal Revolution All-Day Immersion because, as you say, it “can take you there.” Although it has been five years since I practiced your brand of athletic, sweaty yoga with a good dose of new-agey-humor (aka “now twist! point your nipples like laserlights up towards saturn”), I yearn to become your apprentice archeologist and “excavate” my “ideal practice” alongside you. Freeing my true self and transforming my life through yoga with a constant emphasis on gentleness and acceptance sounds like the right ticket right about now. I’m hanging by a thread here, Baron. We’re always trying to get Pitter to “be gentle! gentle!” so this philosophy resounds deeply with me.
But alas, I am not independently wealthy and cannot join you for the ALMOST SOLD OUT upcoming Saturday in November in New York. Perhaps I will support your cause with the purchase of this book you wrote for your son:
But then again, such a gift could have catastrophic consequences as Pitter’s daddy, who cannot even touch his toes, would never be mistaken for a pretzal, and Pitter might conclude that you, Baron Baptiste are his real father. And we can’t have that. Unless…it would mean you would adopt us so we could live in Hawaii with you and also sit on a lovely pier, serene and ridiculously flexible.
Namaste and xox
Me
P.s.: Keep the email invitations coming. Along with the other Boston/East-Coast mailing lists I’m on, they’re really helping me adjust to the midwest. I mean, I’m just exhausted considering all the great road races, concerts, yoga retreats and special-invitation movies I could be going to if we still lived in Boston!
DECEMBER 20, 2007
Dearest Baron Baptiste,
Hi, love.
I suspect our messages crossed in the mail, and that you didn’t read my last note before sending me your latest invitation. Because if you did, my benevolent bandanna bearing boy, you would know that my ability to just pick up and join you in a week of sweaty yoga sessions and deep thoughts has been severely compromised by motherhood.
Nevertheless, you send me an invitation to this:
Baron Baptiste’s Teacher’s Bootcamp is an exclusive hands-on opportunity for those who understand that a yoga teacher’s deepest responsibility – and ultimate reward – is the ability to transform the lives of individuals seeking physical and spiritual growth – leading them to a healthier state of existence.
Kindly, you suggest that ”This is a process of total immersion and transformation for those who want to teach and even for those who don’t.” Even for those who don’t. So, inclusive, while at the same time, being exclusive. As usual, you’ve got me all turned around and fluttery, Baron.
Honestly, you had me at exceptional standards and personal attention. Would you actually be there to assist me into a more precise crow or dancer’s bow? And, like, touch me? Squeee!
And then, you threw in Hawaii. The BIG ISLAND. How did you know that the only reason I agreed to have Pitter was so that we could guide him towards becoming a high-powered attorney/speciality surgeon/corporate bitch so that he can buy me and Sweet Cheeks a retirement home in Hawaii? That’s how much I love Hawaii, Baron.
Look at these beautiful people, mats jammed so close together, sweating together, truly, “Lives Touched in a Moment – and Transformed Forever.” Who can resist this siren call to grow more than I could ever imagine? Have you been keeping up with my blog and recent foray into therapy? I want to be more than I can imagine. It sounds marvelous.
But.
But.
Then there’s this stuff about those who attend this training bootcamp demanding (demanding!) more of yourselves and each other than anyone could reasonably expect. Let’s pause on this sentence, shall we?: More than anyone could reasonably expect. Combine this idea with your insistence, nay, expectation, that I show up at my best, every minute of every day, and we have a problem.
Every minute, Baron? Every single minute, even while asleep? I’ve gotta be honest. I’m a scatterbrain since becoming a mother. I can’t focus for 1440 minutes for every day I’m in Hawaii. I haven’t slept a full night in almost two years. I’m suffering from mild depression. It’s more than anyone could reasonably expect, pretzel man.
And so, yet again, I must decline your exceptional offer. May your backbends be bendy and your hands stay soft. Even when you’re practicing on rough, callousy volcano detritus.
Don’t forget about me. Somehow, someday, when the time is right, we’ll find the time to come together.
Kisses.
Me.
FEBRUARY 5, 2009
A Special Valentine Message for Mr. Baron Baptiste
Dear Baron,
Over the last month you have invited me to join you in Boston in March, London in April, and Montana in June for a bevvy of seminars with you and your cadre of yogi pretzels.
And you are so very excited about it. I mean, take a look at yourself.
Wave your hands in the air like you just don’t care!
But at this point in our relationship I feel like you’re just not listening to me. Let’s face it: we’re just not as close as we used to be and your bandanna’d enthusiasm cannot just magically make up for it. Also? Three getaway invitations would strike any girl as a little desperate. Just sayin’.
It’s not that I’ve lost all interest in synertistically working to dissolve my energy blocks with you. I would never suggest that I am a woman without held emotions or limited perceptions. And after recently birthing a second child, I am a reasonable candidate to face these myriad of problems with bio-mechanical precision, strength and an open heart.
I wear my shoulders up by my ears and I cry regularly when watching stories about local dogs fall into frozen ponds on the news. I am by all accounts a mess.
And yet, all of your invitations promise scenes that go something like this:
I think I’m over it.
Don’t get me wrong: The idea of spending a brisk Blue Sky mornings with you this summer trying to become a Sannyasin spiritual warrior, a seeker of truth, an individual on a mission of positive change is not altogether unappealing. Surely it’s a step up from a Sesame Street warrior, a seeker of Elmo, an individual on a mission to record all of the recent Curious George episodes on PBS.
But do we have to do it in a 100 degree hothouse sticking ass to ass?
Here’s where this gets difficult for me.
Have you met Shiva Rea? She’s pretty bendy too.
I’ve been cheating on you with her.
Instead of practicing in quarters that put the crazy in close, she rides the wave of fluid power in grand, open white sandy places like this:
Be honest, Baron. What’s not to like?
Sometimes it’s like she’s convinced the cast of Lost to get hopped up on LSD to undulate about like a bunch of blissed-out patchouli-smelling Rainbow tribe people. And sometimes she gives them fire to play with. How awesome is this? This is transformational entertainment.
Look how flowly and connected to our inner water she is while she practices on that shimmery expanse of sand. Sometimes she doesn’t even confine herself to a mat.
Just imagine! Not only is she not breathing in some rank foot odor from the guy next to her who’s made the unfortunate choice to don purple spandex pants, she’s practically breathing in the mystical air of the sands of time as they sweep from the Pacific over the dunes, directly to her soul. Into her soul, Baron. Fresh air is kind of nice, isn’t it?
And, not only does she not discuss raising our nipples to mars, but she twists and twirls about in what I must admit is a very enviable yogic trance with her patented circulating wave motion.
I think it’s kind of sexy. It’s a bit like Carmen Electra’s Striptease video minus the skank.
Oh, but it’s not all about the sex. Shiva Rea is also very scientific! Did you know her undulating wave powers come from atomic and cellular levels?
Finally, do you realize that on this DVD, which includes a special Yoga Matrix, I can create my own vinyasas with over three hours of material? Well I can. And that’s true flexibility, Baron.
I know, I know. It’s mean to expect you to compete with this. So I’m not going to. I’m going to set you free.
The methods of Baptiste Power Vinyasa Yoga have served me well for years, but while I’ve used your patented combination of intuition, authenticity, creativity, technical knowledge in serach of total transformation, things have gotten stale, and frankly, a bit smelly.
I’ve got to turn elsewhere. Please know that I will always love you, but I’ve got a new yogi mistress.
Until we meet on the other side, Namaste.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
YogaDawg's Jazz Saturdays - Nicholas Payton
Nicholas Payton - Duke Ellington Jazz Festival - DC - 2009
Nicholas Payton - vocals, trumpet, synthesizer
Daniel Sadownick - percussion
Kevin Hays - piano, electric piano, Fender Rhodes piano, keyboards
Vincente Archer - acoustic bass
Marcus Gilmore - drums
Nicholas Payton - vocals, trumpet, synthesizer
Daniel Sadownick - percussion
Kevin Hays - piano, electric piano, Fender Rhodes piano, keyboards
Vincente Archer - acoustic bass
Marcus Gilmore - drums
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Sarah Palin To Enter Yoga Ashram
Mary Washington
For EternallyBlissfulYoga Magazine
In an exclusive interview with EternallyBlissfulYoga magazine, Sarah Palin ended the speculation over why she quit her governors’ job by explaining that she plans to move to India to join a yoga ashram. Palin explained her motives by saying, “When the piece in Runners World came out, I was expecting them just to show something normal of me, like running around Alaska. Little did I know they would leak the picture of me doing yoga. I told that gossip rag, not to mention the yoga thing because you know, the people in Alaska don’t go for that kind of thing. I didn’t realize that they tricked me in doing the pose and then put it in the story. I’m going to sue those darn people.”
The comment regarding suing “those darn people” apparently stems from a tweet she sent on July 4th threatening to sue organizations of the mainstream media for malicious gossip mongering regarding a scandal that is said to be brewing when she was mayor of Wasilla, Alaska. Though most commentators thought that this was an example of “drunk tweeting” by Palin; Palin denies this. “Let me say right now I did not send that when I was drunk. Do they really think that I’m that stupid?” Palin did not want to talk about the letters her lawyers sent threatening to sue the organizations but she did seem particularly livid about a blog posting that implied that she was no longer in the state of Alaska but rather on the planet Zoid. “That BS about me being on the planet Zoid really got to me. That a blogger can get away with spreading such lies and equating me somehow with a weird blogger, Lip-Gloss Yoga, just gets my goat."
EternallyBlissfulYoga magazine asked Palin how she became interested in yoga and she replied that she is a regular reader of the yoga website, My Third Eye Itches. “Todd somehow stumbled on it and showed it to me because he wanted to warn me about the weirdoes out there that I would have to placate if I became president. Well, it wasn’t long after I started reading things on that site that I became interested in yoga and started to secretly practice in a closet off the kitchen.”, she explained “Man, it was hot in there”, she added. Adding that “one thing led to another”, she mentioned to this shocked reporter that in fact she is preparing to become a yoga teacher. When asked what studio she was going to be trained in, she replied, “Well, considering that there are no yoga studios in Alaska (research by this magazine in fact uncovered that there were actually two studios in Alaska, “Really Really Cold Yoga” in Anchorage and “Mooseasana Yoga” in Juneau), I decided to go live and train in an ashram in India. Nobody knows it, but I can also see India from my bedroom window and I’d wondered what all those little people in loin cloths were doing. Well, it was yoga and I decided I would train with them since it was so much closer then going to Seattle, or God forbid, Los Angeles.”
When asked if Todd and the kids would be going with her she said, “I don’t know, but if you think I'm going to stay here and work those gosh darn fishing boats again, you are sadly mistaken. It’s bad enough the Democrats make fun of me but I’ll be darned if I'll let those halibut smelling gut scrappers make fun of me when they find out that I’m a yogi.”
Though she didn’t mention when she was going to make the move to India, she did allude to the idea that she had some business to take care in Vancouver, Canada. A source close to Palin said that in fact, she was going to the Lululemon store there to get some really cool yoga togs. “She somehow heard that those clothes promised to make her butt look great in down dog”, the source concluded.
Sarah Palin out of the yoga closet
The new Sarah Palin limited edition yoga outfit from Lululemon
For EternallyBlissfulYoga Magazine
In an exclusive interview with EternallyBlissfulYoga magazine, Sarah Palin ended the speculation over why she quit her governors’ job by explaining that she plans to move to India to join a yoga ashram. Palin explained her motives by saying, “When the piece in Runners World came out, I was expecting them just to show something normal of me, like running around Alaska. Little did I know they would leak the picture of me doing yoga. I told that gossip rag, not to mention the yoga thing because you know, the people in Alaska don’t go for that kind of thing. I didn’t realize that they tricked me in doing the pose and then put it in the story. I’m going to sue those darn people.”
The comment regarding suing “those darn people” apparently stems from a tweet she sent on July 4th threatening to sue organizations of the mainstream media for malicious gossip mongering regarding a scandal that is said to be brewing when she was mayor of Wasilla, Alaska. Though most commentators thought that this was an example of “drunk tweeting” by Palin; Palin denies this. “Let me say right now I did not send that when I was drunk. Do they really think that I’m that stupid?” Palin did not want to talk about the letters her lawyers sent threatening to sue the organizations but she did seem particularly livid about a blog posting that implied that she was no longer in the state of Alaska but rather on the planet Zoid. “That BS about me being on the planet Zoid really got to me. That a blogger can get away with spreading such lies and equating me somehow with a weird blogger, Lip-Gloss Yoga, just gets my goat."
EternallyBlissfulYoga magazine asked Palin how she became interested in yoga and she replied that she is a regular reader of the yoga website, My Third Eye Itches. “Todd somehow stumbled on it and showed it to me because he wanted to warn me about the weirdoes out there that I would have to placate if I became president. Well, it wasn’t long after I started reading things on that site that I became interested in yoga and started to secretly practice in a closet off the kitchen.”, she explained “Man, it was hot in there”, she added. Adding that “one thing led to another”, she mentioned to this shocked reporter that in fact she is preparing to become a yoga teacher. When asked what studio she was going to be trained in, she replied, “Well, considering that there are no yoga studios in Alaska (research by this magazine in fact uncovered that there were actually two studios in Alaska, “Really Really Cold Yoga” in Anchorage and “Mooseasana Yoga” in Juneau), I decided to go live and train in an ashram in India. Nobody knows it, but I can also see India from my bedroom window and I’d wondered what all those little people in loin cloths were doing. Well, it was yoga and I decided I would train with them since it was so much closer then going to Seattle, or God forbid, Los Angeles.”
When asked if Todd and the kids would be going with her she said, “I don’t know, but if you think I'm going to stay here and work those gosh darn fishing boats again, you are sadly mistaken. It’s bad enough the Democrats make fun of me but I’ll be darned if I'll let those halibut smelling gut scrappers make fun of me when they find out that I’m a yogi.”
Though she didn’t mention when she was going to make the move to India, she did allude to the idea that she had some business to take care in Vancouver, Canada. A source close to Palin said that in fact, she was going to the Lululemon store there to get some really cool yoga togs. “She somehow heard that those clothes promised to make her butt look great in down dog”, the source concluded.
Sarah Palin out of the yoga closet
The new Sarah Palin limited edition yoga outfit from Lululemon
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Guest Blogger, Yoga Lip-Gloss - The Day After
Editors Note: Ummmm...please excuse our mess. It appears that the famous Yogini, Lip-gloss Yoga, has disappeared before our very eyes as she has entered into the transcendental void. There have been unconfirmed reports from yogis shopping at the GreatTranscendentalYoga SuperStore of seeing an apparition of her riding naked on a white horse through the aisles. Unfortunately, we are left to care for her seven cats (the Lip-Gloss 7) and need to put them up for adoption.
Monday, July 06, 2009
Guest Blogger, Yoga Lip-Gloss - Day 11
ahhhh, zzzezze, blaba balaba bislga...bilsabub..I'm barinbujm bill the sailor...glub..OMG..WTF..wowie-zowie..simga-29 ..7-11...zeep...yooooogaaaaa....me and my cat are melting into the great transcendental void...farma..yicky-samba...inot scantanba...dobbie boobie doo...zing..bing...bbbbllllinggg, ring-a-ring ding ding.....
Guest Blogger, Yoga Lip-Gloss - Day 10
Okay everyone...I'm writing you from the planet Zoid today...I don't know how I ended up here but it is really something...everything look kind of like strawberry taffy. yum! I'm like licking everything here...this pink planet is so cute girls..I'll have to post some pics...it's hard to capture with my brains strewn everywhere. OH my God, there's Sarah Palin licking a pink tree....
Sunday, July 05, 2009
YogaDawg's Yoga Fun Sundays - Ana Brett
Ana Brett - Kundalini Yogini Master and Yoga Star
I know this is not suppose to be funny (I think) but this cracks me up. I just can't keep my eyes off her............boots.........
I know this is not suppose to be funny (I think) but this cracks me up. I just can't keep my eyes off her............boots.........
Saturday, July 04, 2009
YogaDawg's Jazz Saturdays - Terence Blanchard
Terence Blanchard - Duke Ellington Jazz Festival - DC - 2009
Personnel: Terence Blanchard, trumpet; Diana Krall, Jane Monheit, Dianne Reeves, Cassandra Wilson, vocals; Brice Winston, tenor sax; Edward Simon, piano; Derek Nievergelt, bass; Eric Harland, drums
Personnel: Terence Blanchard, trumpet; Diana Krall, Jane Monheit, Dianne Reeves, Cassandra Wilson, vocals; Brice Winston, tenor sax; Edward Simon, piano; Derek Nievergelt, bass; Eric Harland, drums
Friday, July 03, 2009
Guest Blogger, Yoga Lip-Gloss - Day 9
I don't know what is happening to me...like I think I want to be a wandering naked Sadhu...I'm not even sure what that is...it's like I'm so in the present moment. So who needs Yoga..hee hee, only kidding. Sometimes my mind is constantly planning what to do next. So girls, I made a decision today...I'm going to live in the GreatTranscendentalYoga Superstore. This way I won't have to live in anticipation of what I will buy next. Don't you think I'm smart? Oh damn, I'm disappearing again.....Like OMG!!!! I'm becoming one with my cats..............
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Guest Blogger, Yoga Lip-Gloss - Day 8
Yummie, this Yoga Juice is really goooooodddd...The picutes in this Kama Sutra book are getting me hhhhooooootttttt...I didn't know people could do that.....I need to take my clothes off...I'm getting rrreeeaalllyyy hhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooooootttttttt...where's my viiibbbbraaaaaaaaaatoor..oohhhh...hic... .xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooooooooooooooooooooooo ..ooohhhh- yyyyeeeaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Guest Blogger, Yoga Lip-Gloss - Day 7
...Ahh...like this is so weird... my cats are levitating...and disappearing through a hole in the ceiling....I'm not sure what this book is about that the hippy next door left off, but I like licking the pages.....the colors, the colors...I'm melting into a waxy pool...........Holy Crap, my cats are back and they are glowing like the bejeezzees.....
Monday, June 29, 2009
Guest Blogger, Yoga Lip-Gloss - Day 5
I'm like 28 today. Like, OMG!! It's amazing how quickly the time passes. I know it sounds so cliché, but it truly does feel like just yesterday that I started yoga and ....damn this tea is good...I wonder how it would taste if I added some of that herb the hippie next door gave me.... girlfriends from high school and spent the money my parents gave me to go to college, on yoga clothes....wheeee, I don't know what I'm writing about... Life is filled with so many lessons, experiences, joys, and triumphs...what the hell am I talking about..oh yeah, to celebrate my birthday, I got dressed up in my best pink yoga bottoms and my Eco Haven yoga top, my yoga hat, the one with the adorable sprigs of incense sticking out of the top and went to my yoga class. A girl's got to feel pretty, right? God, this tea is good..I have so many thoughts to share on this special day but I'd like to focus on a list of 28 things that I will do on the day after my birthday:
1. Paint my toenails pink
2. Do some yoga
3. Go to the GreatTranscendentalYoga Superstore
...umm, well I really can't think of anything else right now, but check back later when I put my thinking cap on...
P.S. There are these cute lines that are forming around my cats when I look at them. I didn't know cats could do that....
1. Paint my toenails pink
2. Do some yoga
3. Go to the GreatTranscendentalYoga Superstore
...umm, well I really can't think of anything else right now, but check back later when I put my thinking cap on...
P.S. There are these cute lines that are forming around my cats when I look at them. I didn't know cats could do that....
Saturday, June 27, 2009
YogaDawg's Yoga Fun Sundays
I receive a lot of yoga books from publishers for review and rarely do I give them more than a casual glance as the text simply seems to exist to fluff out the book between pictures of someone doing yoga asanas, so it was a complete pleasure to receive “Yoga, Karma, and Rebirth” by Stephen Philips. This is one of the rare books on yoga that has great depth in the telling of yoga history and philosophy. From the description of a yoga class to translations of the Upanishads, Gita, Yoga Sutra and the Hatha Yoga Pradipika, this is a serious study ideally suited for all levels of yoga students. Going beyond Hatha yoga, “Yoga, Karma, and Rebirth” explains aspects of Karma, Bhakti and Trantra yoga in interesting detail. Graced with ample notes for further study and a glossary of Sanskrit words, this book takes an honored place among the books that I read slowly and often. “Yoga, Karma, and Rebirth” is a great source of yoga knowledge. Highly recommended!
Available at Amazon and Columbia University Press
Available at Amazon and Columbia University Press
Friday, June 26, 2009
Guest Blogger, Yoga Lip-Gloss - Day 4
Yesterday I had a deliriously wonderful afternoon at the GreatTranscendentalYoga Superstore. They were showing all these cute yoga clothes from hot, new yoga designers. It was so fab. They let us shoppers nibbled on some kind of yoga food. It looked a little like dried cow dung, but it was kind of good even though it looked icky. I bought some to take home and used some of the herbs that the hippie next door gave me...I was like, feeling so good and started flying around like those crazy cats the other day...., than I spent the evening organizing my condo as I didn't know where I was going to put all the yoga stuff I bought today. But I just started and six hours later, I was able to cram the new stuff in places I didn't know existed. The rewards are HUGE because now I have these cool piles of yoga stuff towering over me. I am losing a lot of floor space though. Tah tah for now. Damn I wish I had some brownies...xoxo
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Guest Blogger, Yoga Lip-Gloss - Day 3
YogaDawg left me this cute book. It's called "My Third Eye Itches - A Yogic Guide". I skimmed through it as I don't have much time to read. I am so busy shopping for all these yummy yoga things that who has time to read. Anyway it turns out the guy next door IS a hippie..I still don't like hippies but that is so un-PC of me isn't it girls, oh well, hee hee hee, I am so bad...but I love the brownies he left at my door...anyway I was going to take a yoga class today but I'm feeling really spacey for some reason...anyway what was I talking about? I forget, but anyway I got to get that brownie recipie..I guess I should end this post by telling you that the yoga language has so many tre chic words like, yoga, mat, om, lip-gloss...only kidding about lip-gloss, wanted to see if you were still awake..I think I need a nap...by the way, I know this is strange, but my cats are looking at me a bit strange. Isn't that weird?
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Guest Blogger, Yoga Lip-Gloss - Day 2
Hello my new blog fans out there! I want to let you know that I bought a new pink, polka dot yoga mat today. It is sooooo swanky. 
I used to have a lavender yoga mat, but kept losing it in the yoga studio where I go for my yoga class because everything there is like lavender. I don't think anyone minded that I had a pink, polka dot yoga mat. But you never know because some of those girls there can be real bitches at the studio. They call it the Lavender Palace...isn't that so cute! Yum, by the way the brownies from the hippie next door are really good...There is an old saying, "when one door closes, another one opens". I'm not sure what that means exactly but will say that if the yoga bitches give me a hard time then they are just real poops and who cares about them anyway...wow, I'm feeling really good...something about these brownies... So anyway girls, do something daring and get your self a pink, polka dot yoga mat like mine. You know I got it at the GreatTranscendentalYoga Superstore. It is so yogi...ahm, yoga, ahmm ..yogic...whatever.... there. They will let you try on different shades of their yoga lip-gloss or sample the yoga cosmetics. They have the cutest collection of bobble heads. I'm not sure who they were supposed to be, but they have the fabest loin cloths on. I think one was called Patanjali....damn, I'm really hungry all of a sudden....
PS This is one of my other kittie-cats!
I used to have a lavender yoga mat, but kept losing it in the yoga studio where I go for my yoga class because everything there is like lavender. I don't think anyone minded that I had a pink, polka dot yoga mat. But you never know because some of those girls there can be real bitches at the studio. They call it the Lavender Palace...isn't that so cute! Yum, by the way the brownies from the hippie next door are really good...There is an old saying, "when one door closes, another one opens". I'm not sure what that means exactly but will say that if the yoga bitches give me a hard time then they are just real poops and who cares about them anyway...wow, I'm feeling really good...something about these brownies... So anyway girls, do something daring and get your self a pink, polka dot yoga mat like mine. You know I got it at the GreatTranscendentalYoga Superstore. It is so yogi...ahm, yoga, ahmm ..yogic...whatever.... there. They will let you try on different shades of their yoga lip-gloss or sample the yoga cosmetics. They have the cutest collection of bobble heads. I'm not sure who they were supposed to be, but they have the fabest loin cloths on. I think one was called Patanjali....damn, I'm really hungry all of a sudden....PS This is one of my other kittie-cats!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Guest Blogger, Yoga Lip-Gloss - Day 1
(Please welcome Guest Blogger, Yoga Lip-Gloss. She is a major force in the yoga blogging world and agreed to guest blog My Itchy Third Eye - YD)
Hi everyone, YogaDawg asked me to be his guest blogger. He said he needs to spend quality time with certain hot, young yogini stars (yeah, like that'll be the day...sorry YogaDawg, only kidding...lol) now that he's a big-time, hot-shot yoga blogger. Anyway I guess I should begin by telling you a little bit about myself. I love yoga and I also love my lip-gloss, my iPod and my fave yoga togs and cute yoga shoes and things. I like yoga clothes a lot, especially those from the GreatTranscendentalYoga Superstore. The men there are so cute even though I think a lot of them are gay...not that's there anything wrong with that...hee hee hee. Anyway, it doesn't matter to me. I just love my pink, leopard print yoga mat. It matches the pink, leopard print walls in my condo. I have 7 cats. I named them after the chakras even though I have trouble remembering which cat is which and can't pronounce the name of those chakras anyway. But that doesn't matter because they are so cute. I put a cute picture of one of my kitties below. I love myself and think I am exciting and funny. What I don't love is that stinky older guy across the condo from me. He keeps calling the condo association on me claiming my condo smells like cat pee. I think he is an old hippy...not that there is anything wrong with that...hee hee hee. I love pink nail polish. I love pink lip-gloss. Did I mention that already? I am funny and exciting. I love to shop at the GreatTranscendentalYoga Superstore. I think I mentioned that already. I hope you like this really rad first post by me... xoxo
Hi everyone, YogaDawg asked me to be his guest blogger. He said he needs to spend quality time with certain hot, young yogini stars (yeah, like that'll be the day...sorry YogaDawg, only kidding...lol) now that he's a big-time, hot-shot yoga blogger. Anyway I guess I should begin by telling you a little bit about myself. I love yoga and I also love my lip-gloss, my iPod and my fave yoga togs and cute yoga shoes and things. I like yoga clothes a lot, especially those from the GreatTranscendentalYoga Superstore. The men there are so cute even though I think a lot of them are gay...not that's there anything wrong with that...hee hee hee. Anyway, it doesn't matter to me. I just love my pink, leopard print yoga mat. It matches the pink, leopard print walls in my condo. I have 7 cats. I named them after the chakras even though I have trouble remembering which cat is which and can't pronounce the name of those chakras anyway. But that doesn't matter because they are so cute. I put a cute picture of one of my kitties below. I love myself and think I am exciting and funny. What I don't love is that stinky older guy across the condo from me. He keeps calling the condo association on me claiming my condo smells like cat pee. I think he is an old hippy...not that there is anything wrong with that...hee hee hee. I love pink nail polish. I love pink lip-gloss. Did I mention that already? I am funny and exciting. I love to shop at the GreatTranscendentalYoga Superstore. I think I mentioned that already. I hope you like this really rad first post by me... xoxo
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Yoga Bloggers
This YogaDawg blog was mentioned in the August 2009 issue of Yoga Journal. This would be a good time to bring back this classis satirical take of the world of yoga bloggers from the underground yoga guide, My Third Eye Itches.
In the Internet age, the yoga blog is the spiritual heart of yoga. It is where yogis can yammer about the poses they did in class, be loquacious with their spiritual insights, and dissect and chart their inner and outer progress. The yoga blogger writes about the value of yoga in their lives as well as any profound physical, psychological, and spiritual changes that they observe. More importantly, the yoga blog allows the yogi a place to write profound dissertations on the color of their mat, what they ate for breakfast, who was in their class on such and such day, and whether their yoga teacher is hot or not.
Though the yoga blogger may seem self-centered and self-absorbed in their yoga life, they nonetheless feels that this egotistical preoccupation of theirs will yield great insight and profound realizations to their blog readers. Unfortunately, the yoga blogger sometimes has trouble knowing when to stop writing. When this happens, the yoga blog tends to degrade into endless rambling about failed love affairs between fellow yoga students and teachers, mind-numbing questioning of whether the only guy in yoga class is in fact gay, the color of their bowel movements after eating an all vegetarian, free-range, pesticide free, ecotopian, all grain yoga diet for a week, and even detailed descriptions of their newest purchases from the GreatTranscendentalYoga SuperStore.
The great danger is when the blogger thinks that they are a great writer and entertains the idea of penning a yoga book. Their inspiration for this is the great yoga guide book, My Third Eye Itches: A Yoga Guide. They quickly figures out how to cut and paste all of their blog posts into a Word document, which they promptly sends off to the editor in chief of EternallyBlissfulYoga SuperMagazine.
In the Internet age, the yoga blog is the spiritual heart of yoga. It is where yogis can yammer about the poses they did in class, be loquacious with their spiritual insights, and dissect and chart their inner and outer progress. The yoga blogger writes about the value of yoga in their lives as well as any profound physical, psychological, and spiritual changes that they observe. More importantly, the yoga blog allows the yogi a place to write profound dissertations on the color of their mat, what they ate for breakfast, who was in their class on such and such day, and whether their yoga teacher is hot or not.
Though the yoga blogger may seem self-centered and self-absorbed in their yoga life, they nonetheless feels that this egotistical preoccupation of theirs will yield great insight and profound realizations to their blog readers. Unfortunately, the yoga blogger sometimes has trouble knowing when to stop writing. When this happens, the yoga blog tends to degrade into endless rambling about failed love affairs between fellow yoga students and teachers, mind-numbing questioning of whether the only guy in yoga class is in fact gay, the color of their bowel movements after eating an all vegetarian, free-range, pesticide free, ecotopian, all grain yoga diet for a week, and even detailed descriptions of their newest purchases from the GreatTranscendentalYoga SuperStore.
The great danger is when the blogger thinks that they are a great writer and entertains the idea of penning a yoga book. Their inspiration for this is the great yoga guide book, My Third Eye Itches: A Yoga Guide. They quickly figures out how to cut and paste all of their blog posts into a Word document, which they promptly sends off to the editor in chief of EternallyBlissfulYoga SuperMagazine.
YogaDawg's Yoga Fun Sundays
Saw this clip floating around a couple of yoga blogs. Janice Dickinson trying to "blow it out" with yoga. Kind of gives yoga a crappy image...har-har! Some comments from E are even funnier:
Madisyn Tue, Jun 16, 2009, 12:16 PM
Why am I laughing so hard right now?
Sanjaya Tue, Jun 16, 2009, 12:32 PM
She looks like a giant turd in the video.
eek Tue, Jun 16, 2009, 12:46 PM
Um, EW?
Madisyn Tue, Jun 16, 2009, 12:16 PM
Why am I laughing so hard right now?
Sanjaya Tue, Jun 16, 2009, 12:32 PM
She looks like a giant turd in the video.
eek Tue, Jun 16, 2009, 12:46 PM
Um, EW?
Saturday, June 20, 2009
YogaDawg 's Jazz Saturdays - Terence Blanchard
Terence Blanchard at the Duke Ellington Jazz Festival DC June 2009
Performers:
Terence Blanchard - Trumpet
Aaron Parks - Piano
Brice Winston - Tenor and Soprano Saxophones
Derrick Hodge - Acoustic and Electric Basses
Kendrick Scott - Drums, Percussion
Zach Harmon - Tabla drums
Northwest Sinfonia, 40-member string orchestra: Conducted by Terence Blanchard
Performers:
Terence Blanchard - Trumpet
Aaron Parks - Piano
Brice Winston - Tenor and Soprano Saxophones
Derrick Hodge - Acoustic and Electric Basses
Kendrick Scott - Drums, Percussion
Zach Harmon - Tabla drums
Northwest Sinfonia, 40-member string orchestra: Conducted by Terence Blanchard
Sunday, June 14, 2009
YogaDawg's Yoga Fun Sundays
This is a couple of years old and just saw it again recently and it cracked me up. Heidi Klum Teaches Meditation
Saturday, June 13, 2009
YogaDawg's Jazz Saturdays - The Eyal Vilner Big Band
The Vanguard
The Eyal Vilner Big Band at Small's
The Eyal Vilner Big Band
Eyal Vilner - Alto Sax
Yaala Ballin - Vocalist
Alexi David - Bass
Jonathan Riklis - Piano
Yonatan Rosen - Drums
Alex Hoffman - Tenor Sax
Yaron Elyashiv - Tenor Sax
Andrew Gould - Alto Sax
Jonah Parzen-Johnson - Baritone Sax
Itamar Borochov - Trumpet
Cameron Johnson - Trumpet
James Zeller - Trombone
Ivan Malespine - Trombone
Thursday, June 11, 2009
The Beige Book - He Said, She Said #1
He said he does yoga. She said, “Oh God, please don’t tell me you're an artist also!”
watercolor, photos, feathers on paper - 12 x 9 inch
watercolor, photos, feathers on paper - 12 x 9 inch
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Cherryl Duncan - Animal Rights
Cherryl Duncan of Living Yoga does a naked yoga photo shoot to raise money for animal rights.
Support the cause to help all sentient beings live in peace because we all end up butt naked at our ultimate bodily demise.
FREE range doesn't mean free from hormones, antibiotics or cruelty. Are you sure you want to eat that chicken?
Make the choice to live with compassion.
Commit to one vegetarian day a week. The earth does not only belong to us.
Support the cause to help all sentient beings live in peace because we all end up butt naked at our ultimate bodily demise.
FREE range doesn't mean free from hormones, antibiotics or cruelty. Are you sure you want to eat that chicken?
Make the choice to live with compassion.
Commit to one vegetarian day a week. The earth does not only belong to us.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
YogaDawg gets the nod from Yoga Journal
The YogaDawg blog is mentioned in the August 2009 issue of Yoga Journal. When done exploring this blog and you are ready to brave the full YogaDawg experience, please head over to the main YogaDawg yoga site:
My Third Eye Itches
http://www.yogadawg.com
Here is how the YogaDawg site would be described if Yoga Journal wrote a feature about it (ummm, ahh, clear throat, cough; it was written by a Yoga Journal writer):
My Third Eye Itches is a satirical, illustrated reference guide to yoga. Written in the voice of a fictional guru, Sri Sri Swami Baba Guru YogaDawg, it challenges the 15.8 million Americans who practice yoga to find the humor in an ancient Indian philosophy turned $5.7 billion industry. While My Third Eye Itches is designed for both the novice and experienced yogi, it is peppered with jokes that only serious yogis can fully appreciate.
In My Third Eye Itches, YogaDawg guides the reader through three progressive phases of yoga know-how. He begins with the basics, explaining yoga styles through the lens of high school cliques and neatly categorizing teachers and students into irreverent stereotypes. He then describes the ins and outs of starting a yoga studio, from selecting the appropriate “transitional” neighborhood locale to recruiting friends and family for manual labor in exchange for free yoga classes. Finally, YogaDawg reveals the innermost workings of the yoga industry, including yoga shopping, yoga news, yoga workshops, and the all-important Yogatude.
YogaDawg and his crass yoga advice was created shortly after stumbling into his first yoga class. Throughout his evolution as a yoga student, he maintained a yoga humor Web site that now draws innumerable unique visits per day from around the globe. YogaDawg.com has won the accolades of many prominent yogis, including author Anne Cushman, yoga performance artist Edward Clark, comedian Vanda Mikoloski, Nike yoga spokesperson Kimberly Fowler, and Kirtan master, David Newman (Durga Das). My Third Eye Itches is the culmination of YogaDawg’s in-demand brand of yoga humor and has been awarded the Cool Site of the Day award
Namaste and hoping you too find the humor in yoga and life,
YogaDawg
Congratulations to the YogaDork, BrooksHall, ReluctantAshtangi and Yoga for Cynics blogs which I always check into almost everyday. Also I have to plug my 'Sister from another Mother' blog, Linda's Yoga Journey, who continues to kick yoga's ass.
I couldn't resist doing the Yoga Journal cover at the end of the post...:)
My Third Eye Itches
http://www.yogadawg.com
Here is how the YogaDawg site would be described if Yoga Journal wrote a feature about it (ummm, ahh, clear throat, cough; it was written by a Yoga Journal writer):
My Third Eye Itches is a satirical, illustrated reference guide to yoga. Written in the voice of a fictional guru, Sri Sri Swami Baba Guru YogaDawg, it challenges the 15.8 million Americans who practice yoga to find the humor in an ancient Indian philosophy turned $5.7 billion industry. While My Third Eye Itches is designed for both the novice and experienced yogi, it is peppered with jokes that only serious yogis can fully appreciate.
In My Third Eye Itches, YogaDawg guides the reader through three progressive phases of yoga know-how. He begins with the basics, explaining yoga styles through the lens of high school cliques and neatly categorizing teachers and students into irreverent stereotypes. He then describes the ins and outs of starting a yoga studio, from selecting the appropriate “transitional” neighborhood locale to recruiting friends and family for manual labor in exchange for free yoga classes. Finally, YogaDawg reveals the innermost workings of the yoga industry, including yoga shopping, yoga news, yoga workshops, and the all-important Yogatude.
YogaDawg and his crass yoga advice was created shortly after stumbling into his first yoga class. Throughout his evolution as a yoga student, he maintained a yoga humor Web site that now draws innumerable unique visits per day from around the globe. YogaDawg.com has won the accolades of many prominent yogis, including author Anne Cushman, yoga performance artist Edward Clark, comedian Vanda Mikoloski, Nike yoga spokesperson Kimberly Fowler, and Kirtan master, David Newman (Durga Das). My Third Eye Itches is the culmination of YogaDawg’s in-demand brand of yoga humor and has been awarded the Cool Site of the Day award
Namaste and hoping you too find the humor in yoga and life,
YogaDawg
Congratulations to the YogaDork, BrooksHall, ReluctantAshtangi and Yoga for Cynics blogs which I always check into almost everyday. Also I have to plug my 'Sister from another Mother' blog, Linda's Yoga Journey, who continues to kick yoga's ass.
I couldn't resist doing the Yoga Journal cover at the end of the post...:)
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Fragment - Bliss II
He walked down Rue Saint-Marc, stopped and looked around. All was as it should be and he became enraptured.
watercolor on paper - 8 x 8 inch
watercolor on paper - 8 x 8 inch
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