Two-ey and Minty sing the mantra that means:

May all beings be peaceful
May all beings be blissful
May all beings be free
And may all beings be paid!

Please sing along.

Namast-hey!

Yoga had me at the first hellom.

I love the asana practice but it’s the chanting and oming and mantras that sooth the savage Beth. Maybe it’s because I’m a professional talker that I find it especially hard to turn off the chatter. For me, freedom’s just another word for nothing left to say.

I’ve always been kind of embarrassed about how much I need my yoga teachers to tell me what a great job I’m doing. It’s not a job after all, it’s yoga. It’s not that I don’t love to be challenged, corrected, adjusted, egged on, pushed, or really noticed in any form, that is to say coached. But I need the cheerleading too.

I love to hear those special words. Good. Great. Super duper! And it’s even better when they say your name. Really good Beth.

That is why I love having a regular studio. Everybody knows your name. Just like on Cheers, the TV show. Your name is your own personal cheer. Yay your name here!