There are many paths to Yoga. Mine began in the cold climate of Canada. I was part of a marching band from 7 years old. One of our music teachers included Yoga in our preparations for our competitions. At that time in my life I didn’t know anything about Yoga, but I could tell it was helping me in so many different ways especially when we performed.
We used to have this thing called the book bus that came to school, and in seventh grade I bought some books that weren’t labelled as Yoga books but now I as I think back to some of these favorite books they covered Yoga philosophy and practices. I loved the cool exercises they had in them like all different ways of asking myself Who AM I, Yantra symbols and lots of breathing and meditation techniques that I never realized would later become a way of my life. I spent hours in my room, reading all about the yogic tools of mindfulness and meditation.
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