Biography of a yogi

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This book is to some degree an individual ouroboros, which is maybe fitting given the yogic importance of wound snakes. My first experience with the training that I would later come to call “present-day postural yoga” happened at nineteen years old in the stodgy higher up room of an unassuming office cum shopping complex in a luxurious village on the Jersey Shore. Enigmatically fascinated by my mom’s accounts of having to wring the perspiration out of her garments after class, however having basically no genuine thought of what “yoga” may involve, I followed her into Bikram Yoga Rumson.I would in this way discover not all yoga classes were done in hundred-degree warmth or left you with the sort of ecstatic luminosity that possibly develops when one barely turns away warmth stroke.