The truth of asana is not in the silhouette. It’s in the movement that carries us toward and away from the shape. It’s in the breath that steadies or stutters or the patterns we’ve practiced for years, long before we ever stepped onto a sticky mat.
Different traditions, different languages, same longing: Step away from the noise long enough to remember who you are. Maybe that’s the real connective tissue between contemplative paths
Geographers say “geography is destiny,” usually in reference to power and politics. But what if it's also true inwardly? What if our inner geography — our capacity to perceive and to hold many truths at once — is shaped by the land we walk, the sky we live under?
Sometimes wisdom arrives long before it’s fully understood. A line from a sacred text, a phrase from a teacher—it lingers at the edges, waiting. And then, in a moment of difficulty or overwhelm, it quietly reappears. Not to fix anything, exactly, but to help light the way.
Yoga was never meant to be a spectacle. It was never about acrobatics or aesthetics or pushing the body to contort itself in ways that might look impressive but feel hollow. It was—and remains—a practice of remembering how to live in this body with kindness and clarity.
Whether you're seeking refuge from the stresses of life or simply want to deepen your sense of calm, this workshop offers a pathway to reconnect with your peace channel.