by Laura Hand

The most profound shift in my yoga practice started on a beach in Japan.

It was a Saturday morning; it took three trains and a bus to get there.

I was there for a yoga class where the mats were laid out overlooking the water. During the opening meditation, I could hear the familiar beach sounds: waves crashing, tiny voices in laughter, squawking birds. After several moments in stillness, we started to flow.

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