When I started yoga, it never entered my mind that there was “advanced” yoga.
I began the practice as therapy after an accident where I was hurt emotionally and physically. I was the youngest yogi in my local community college class by a good 25 years. I felt like bambi, learning how to take those first, feeble steps. When I think about those kind spirits in my first few classes, I realize that they are some of the most “advanced” yogis I’ve shared time with. As I continued practicing, I became hungry for more. I found the only yoga studio within a 30 minute radius, and discovered classes that were leveled and had all sorts of complicated names. It was a different energy.