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Yoga in the Age of Distraction

Some say, “Yoga found me.” I don’t. That would be as if my parents “found me” in the hospital nine months after my father came home for lunch from the Air Force base. I am a result, a willful act of creation. Yoga was a gift from my aunt Joan, my spiritual mentor, during those trying adolescent years following the death of my father. I received yoga as a path for healing wounds that cannot be seen. Beyond schoolwork, National Geographic and four TV channels, I navigated a teenaged imagination-filled […]