Ahem years ago { a lady never tells }, I was born unto this rich earth. TODAY IS ME BIRFFDAY! And I plan on rocking my fuchsia bejeweled plastic tiara { yup, i have one — wearing it now as i type }, pulling on my wellies, and doing whatever the fuck I like. { not bleeping that one out y'all...cause it's my BIRTHDAY. i'll do as i please! } Speaking of that...
Your yoga belongs to you and no one else. Know what that means? You have carte blanche. You possess absolute and utter freedom to doowutchyalike. And yoga how you like!
- Wear what you feel good in. { We don't give an argyle sock what they think! }
- Modification is magical. { Not ready for the big kahuna? Take the prep pose. Got the pose mastered? Get a little peacocky with it! I love a little flourish here and there. }
- Sigh it all out. Use your breath to let go of what you're holding on to. { Sure I poke fun at the Darth Vaders of the yoga world, but if you need a big ass lion rawr or a horsey-lipped exhale, take one! }
- If your body does something funny, laugh! { But let's not make it a habit...especially you gassy types. }
- Faceplanting is the sign of a brave and adventurous soul. { Try something new (and quite possibly scary) and stand firm in your pioneering fierceness! }
- If you can't remember the name for a pose, make one up. { Everyone else will think you know something they don't and it might just catch on. }
Yoga is LIFE. This is yours. As RuPaul says, "You bettah WORK!" Now get your ass out there and live your way. I'll be waiting for you. :D
{ artwork © Y is for Yogini, photo credits (with minor alterations by YIFY): marthastewart.com, projectpetinc.org, and disneymike.com }






