Yoga reminded me to breathe while walking through life...

Yoga entered my life when I was just nine years old. My mother had a small yoga studio in our two story apartment in Taipei. This was the peak of head-behind-your-legs-in-leotards era. While I was never really interested in participating in her classes I was always amazed by the things she would do with her body.

Fast forward to my mid twenties, after struggling with years of mental health issues and substance abuse I began to learn how to live again.

Life is our medicine.

Love, life, and death.

The three things on my mind almost everyday (and of course, a bit less so on the days where people in the house are sick, appointments running behind, and just realizing the car is out of gas before work. Thus enter the practice).

They are especially front and center each December when the year is turning another round for me.

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