Since I started my little yoga dude project, I slowly but surely started seeing more men on the mat in my classes. It made me quite happy! It worked. But in the last few weeks I've felt the presence of male yogis drop again. Maybe it's just summer? Or perhaps it's because I haven't presented you with any awesome yoga dudes for awhile. The draught is over! I hereby bring you Martino! Martino Mostacci, 33 Café owner and musician Originally from Verona, Italy but now living in B

I can't begin to express how rewarding I'm finding it, talking to these amazingly smart yoga dudes. I really think the world would evolve into a better place if we could get more men to practice yoga and meditation. And to talk about their emotions. To have the courage to cry in front of another human being. I'm super-happy to introduce you to Javier, whom I've had the great pleasure of following throughout his yoga journey. When you see him practice, it's hard to believe it'

My month of offering a free yoga class to any human male who hasn't previously practiced with me is coming to an end. I've had a few dudes showing up for sure, but not as many as I had hoped for. In my talks with men who practice yoga, I'm starting to come to the conclusion, that the ones that feel comfortable in a room full of strong, badass women, are just more evolved specimens of the human male. You know how studies show that the biggest homophobes actually are most arous

Ok. So you now have your 200/500 hour YTT diploma and you are ready to rock? You are ready to teach and hopefully make some money doing it. But how? I moved to Berlin from Stockholm in the fall of 2009. I had only been teaching for two years, but in Sweden I was already making almost an entire living doing it. The reason I wasn't a full-time teacher was because I also wanted to write. So I had to carve out some time for working on my novel, and I was also picking up freelance

This is probably the most quoted aphorism from one of the most iconic text on yoga 'Patanjai's Yoga Sutras.' It is also the only mention of the practice of asana, kind of ironic since asana is the main focus of modern yoga. It means: Seated posture should be steady and comfortable. In the context of Hatha Yoga (physical yoga, or the yoga of the body, not a style of yoga that many people today take it to be.) it's often understood to mean that each and every asana (posture) sh

Have you ever come across a yoga teacher, or a school of yoga that claimed, or implied that 'their' yoga is the only true yoga? That any other way will lead you astray? That all other styles or yoga, schools of yoga and/or teachers are fake; impersonators? If so, I suggest that you watch out. The more I know, the more aware I become of the vastness of everything I don't know. And how words incapsulate an experience. But the same words may resonate differently with different p

Have you ever felt empty after a dream came through? Felt hollow after a goal was reached? Experienced a void opening up inside you once you got what you wanted? The first noble truth in Buddhism is that life is suffering. The second noble truth is that suffering is caused by craving and desire. We are constantly desiring new objects, relationships, positions, conditions etc, falsely thinking that once we have them, everything will change and we will be happy and at peace. Bu

When I first got serious about yoga (read: asana), I loved the super-sweaty classes with the mega-impossible pretzel-y asanas and the many chaturanga dandasanas. I still do. Sometimes. But there has to be a reason for them. Not just a zillion senseless chaturangas. I don't think I had a very strong idea of what a good teacher meant when I first started going to class regularly. I just liked the teachers who made us sweat a lot and played good music in class, meaning Jimi Hend

I was living in New York City on the 11th of September, 2001. That day also ended the relationship with my first live-in boyfriend in a sea of tears and hurt. A little less than a year before that, I had started practicing yoga regularly at a little studio called Go Yoga in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I was so afraid of falling apart because of the turmoil in my city, and the turmoil in my heart, but I quickly discovered that I was able to move onwards quite easily, that I could