Yoga Journal

The art of discipline

of my life—and my yoga practice—began to shift in my late 20s. When I was 29 years old, going through a painful divorce, I was forced to make a new home for myself and my 18-month-old daughter (our home was in foreclosure, as I was one of the many affected by the big mortgage crisis of 2008). I no longer felt supported by my daily asana and pranayama practices. For the first time, my senses seemed clouded and dulled. Instead of coming to the mat care-and painfree, I found myself overwhelmed by

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