Sandra Stephanson
My practice began with a book: Iyengar’s Light on Yoga. But the real journey blossomed when I danced flamenco all the way to Barcelona and became burdened. My achilles heel - passionate red wine nights in smokey cafes that led to shrivelled joints, but a bountiful soul. It led back to Vancouver and a dare to do Bikram’s Yoga with a broken yogi whose busted heart begged us to bend to our hearts and the rising sun. That’s when I heard the living ocean roar. All asana movement braided the breath, the blood and bliss into one. In the sensation of meditation surrender, I am cut down to size by that inner wisdom sword and cradled in its compassion. Now I practice to teach the fire of hot hatha and the sweet waters of yin aiming for absolute stillness. What could I possibly share with you? It’s already yours - a kind of vastness beyond words. You breath new life into you. You bring the mind home beyond skin… a universal flesh temple breaking into light. Ah, beauty.