I love studio classes. There is something energetically magical about coming back to the same space each week — the community of yogis, the oils diffused in the air, the eye pillows. A yoga studio becomes more and more of a sacred space with each practice that is shared. BUT — I also believe that...
I neglect my talents Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It...
