Lately, I’ve been sitting with a truth that’s been gently but persistently rising to the surface:
You can’t sell yoga. Sure, you can offer a class, set a schedule, create a space—but the real yoga? The kind that shifts your inner landscape? That’s something money can’t touch. It’s a deeply personal experience that begins with one breath, one movement, one moment of presence. No price tag can define it. A dear friend and fellow yogi recently reminded me of this, suggesting a return to community-style yoga. No pressure. No expectations. No price. Just a space to gather, move, breathe, and reconnect—with ourselves and with each other. I love this idea. It feels like home.
So… how about it?
Drop in. Take a breath. Be in community. Let’s return to what yoga has always been: simple, shared, and sacred. See you on the mat.