This is how we do it.
Last night was my 27th birthday. It is funny to think that in some cultures, I would now be considered a man. Crazy right?
I spent much of the night on a rooftop at 160th and Fort Washington practicing yoga with a bunch of my fellow yoga nomads. We all practice yoga together so that if a situation ever arises that we need to actually do yoga, we will have had plenty of practice.
We call ourselves “Yoga Nomads” because, due to the afore mentioned bloody coop, we no longer have a studio to practice at. Instead, we have taken to practicing on the rooftop of a nearby community center. This way, we get to experience yoga as Pantanjali did so many thousands of years ago; under the stars, at 160th and Fort Washington, watching planes taxi to JFK.
The picture above was taken last night while our instructor tried to wake me up from my nap. I must have been snoring. That is the kind of hardcore yogi I am. I nap in half!








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