Field Notes: Stories from the Road
In Portugal, Maya held Warrior II above foaming surf, quads shaking, heart steady. She whispered, I am wider than this view. What mantra steadies you when edges appear?
Field Notes: Stories from the Road
A tropical downpour hammered the roof while twenty mats breathed together, thunder syncing our ujjayi rhythm. After savasana, strangers hugged like teammates. Tell us your most electric class memory.