Yoga Travels: Because you can’t reach samadhi until you pay to practice it somewhere exotic and totally not where you live.

Our friend Jennie went to India on a yoga retreat and wrote all about it. If I were you, I’d read her stories.

I begin looking around the room to see a massage table (good sign), a king size floor mat (a little questionable) and a thick rope hanging from the ceiling (not so good!) She looks at me and barks, “Change!” So I wait expectantly for her to put the nice warm blankets on the massage table and leave so I could undress. Well, let me tell you, that was only the first of many surprises for me. [more...]