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.
