Yoga Girl

I started posting more frequently, not caring very much about the
photos I was sharing but focusing on my writing. If I had a bad day—
working through trust issues in my relationship, for instance—I would sit
down, meditate on it, and write my thoughts about trust down. Instead of
keeping them to myself or in a journal, I shared them with the world.
rough the pain I was in at the moment, a deep wisdom blossomed.
Every day my following grew bigger and bigger, and not once did I stop to
think about what I was creating or why. is was just an outlet for me to
share my thoughts, bits of my day, and the wisdom I’d acquired
throughout my life.
It was during this time that Dennis found yoga. He had never been
particularly interested in yoga; he’d take my class once in a while, but it
didn’t really do anything for him. I think he still had the idea that yoga
was something mainly for girls and for granola-eating hippies in hemp
clothing (which it can be, and there is nothing wrong with that! But yoga
is for everyone). One week Brock Cahill, someone I consider one of my
biggest teachers for my physical practice, came to the island to lead a
retreat with his wife. I’d never convinced Dennis to get into yoga before
and I didn’t expect that to change, but Dennis took his class and absolutely
fell in love. Here was a guy who was stronger than Superman, did one-
armed handstands, and seemed to effortlessly float above the ground—
while keeping a smile on his face!
Dennis started taking my classes after that, and it turned out that the
connection we thought we’d lost was still there, just waiting to be
rekindled. Yoga brought us closer, and we worked through all the pain
we’d experienced months earlier. It was around this time that my
following on social media started to explode. I’d found my way back to that
place of deep love and connection in my relationship, my practice was
strong, classes were growing, and Dennis’s shop was doing well; we had
absolutely nothing to complain about. I could have gone back to my more
shallow way of sharing with the world, but I didn’t want to. I had no
reservations at all about putting down my deepest thoughts, my ideas