Now and again, I go to a yoga class in Manhattan. This is my study time. I’ve treated myself to Iyengar Yoga for many years. At one time, I trembled, but I went into Level 3 classes. Or I signed up for workshops on complicated, advanced issues of continuing education. At one time I trembled to the extreme but I showed up for an Iyengar yoga class in Paris.

This is my graduate degree.  I’ve been piling up this knowledge, as a teacher, since 1995.

The longer it goes, the more I love the basics that always seemed so, well, boring to me.  Pranayama – breathing practices and the ultimate point of yoga: Meditation.  The quiet mind.

To quiet the mind, I find, its necessary to relax and align the body. Sitting quietly and in silence is difficult enough. When your back hurts or your foot itches or your eyes wander, all that gets in the way of the classic:  Cessation of the Fluctuations of the Mind.

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