The Rise of Yoga in America, by Ki McGraw
Monday, June 1st, 2009
My mother introduced me to yoga in 1970 in St. Louis, Missouri. As a divorced mother of two, she was a force of independent feminism and as such explored all radical alternatives including the ancient science of life. A nimble, nubile nine year old, I took to the postures with ease. I especially enjoyed the vision of my mother and her girlfriend in their purple and orange leotards and tights which they called their pumpkin suit and eggplant suit. Both of them were relaxed and full of lightheartedness as they cared for their body-mind-spirit. It was great to be allowed to tag along for that groovy grown up experience. Read the rest of this entry »
