Yoga is not about the poses. It never was. It is a toolbox for the human experience—for coming home to yourself, for listening to your body, for being with the hard parts of life without being consumed by them. This is what I have learned in the decades since I first walked into a yoga class as a teenager drowning in trauma and suicidality. That teacher didn’t fix me. She offered me tea, a quiet room, and a single question: “Will you come again tomorrow?” For months, that was the bargain. One more day. This is what yoga actually is—and it is for everyone. Continue Reading