Buddha Fuly Yoga

I still remember the dimly lit room on the 4th floor of a very old building in the heart of downtown Brattleboro, VT. I remember our teacher, Pam, sitting on a cushion with her legs perfectly folded into the base of the cushion, and her calm voice guiding us to go inward, to center, to sit. I'll never forget how safe, relieved, and inspired I felt in that moment. I was 15 at the time, and it was the beginning of my journey with yoga.

In collage I brought 1 yoga DVD with me by Rainbeau Mars. I'd practice it a couple times a week in my tiny dorm room. Luckily my roommate was very supportive...and kind of enjoyed the empowering girl talk that Rainbeau Mars dished out.  At the time I felt lost in a world of big dreams, overwhelming expectations and scary truths of a world I thought I knew. Of a self I thought I knew.