I don’t really know how to write about the weekend, except to say that it was amazing and wonderful and totally transformative. The weather was cold and rainy and perfect. About 100 of us hunkered down in what used to be the main sanctuary of the building that Kripalu occupies, and did almost 10 hours of deep, intense yoga. When I wasn’t stretching and breathing deeply in class, I was sleeping or eating salad with this amazing organic yogurt-parsley-feta dressing that I totally fell in love with.
Vegan brownies with almond butter are not as gross as they sound.
When can I go back?
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- Somerville, Massachusetts, United States
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3 comments:
It's official -- you are a hippie. Or a new agey. Or whatever they call people who do things like this.
(P.S. It's all good)
OK, it was a flaky post. Just don't call me "freaky freaky."
I heard that.
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