As a yoga teacher, the hardest and most terrifying class for me to teach is the first day of Beginner Yoga.  The students walk in pale, fat, worried, neurotic, clutching their little bottles of Dasani like they're some totemic objects that will protect them from weird, patchouli smelling Hindu spirits, and me. I don't claim … Continue reading Day 27: The Spirituality of Whimsicality