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Backbends, moving from the center, asana practice as artistic interpretation

In the last couple of weeks, I have been devoting more attention to backbends in my daily practice. In particular, I have been working on op...

I said a few days ago that I wasn't going to blog about this yoga-can wreck-your-body affair again, but things have now taken such a bi...

This morning, I did full primary and second up to Ardha Matsyendrasana, followed by three UDs and dropbacks and standups, and then went on t...

I did my practice this morning on about three-and-a-half-hours of sleep. I got back from Bozeman last night at around eight-thirty in the ev...

I suppose the more correct expression would be to say that I got stood on my hands during this morning's practice with Lino. But even th...

These days, it seems like the only thing I really have to say about my practice is my backbending. Perhaps I should start a weekly (or maybe...

As I worked on my backbends this morning, more things from Kino's recent LA workshop came up in my mind. One thing that came up most pro...

Ah... it's Friday again (TGIF?). The end of another week. What do I have to say here? Well, my practice is... going on. I'm still wo...

Haven't had much to say since coming back from Randa's workshop in Bozeman last weekend. During the workshop, Randa brought my atten...

Last night, I had a very interesting dream. In the dream, I was in Mysore, practicing at KPJAYI. Sharath came over and told me to do Kapotas...

As I mentioned a few posts ago, I have scaled back my practice to primary only for the next few weeks, in order to energetically adjust myse...

This morning, I did primary up to Supta Padangusthasana, followed by second up to Yoganidrasana. This has been my practice for the last two ...

It seems that I can never say enough about Kapotasana; actually, talking about Kapo seems to be becoming my default thing to do when I find ...

It's official: Technology is a bitch. Can't live with it. Can't live without it. And yes, I do know the irony of this pronouncem...