Leadership.. thoughts on receiving an award where I have done only what the universe asked of me. The cliché “follow your bliss” sounds hollow, except that it is the only way to feel like I have lived fully, unapologetically; as if stumbling through to the next opportunity/challenge. Made popular by Frank Sinatra, the lyrics to “I did it my way”, whether in French, by Elvis, or Franky, this song accompanied me when I divorced my first husband to follow a future in yoga. It was 1982.
Currently, I see many colleagues, younger than I, walk a similar path. They are facing a changing panorama of the yoga scene. They walk their talk, they have no choice, it is just what they must do, follow their bliss, their inner teacher, their Dharma. It is harder now.
At one point, an embodied spirituality was the invitation. Whether through the main currents of Iyengar yoga or Ashtanga of Pattabi Jois, the millennium era was peppered with American Veda (Philip Goldberg,2010), Madonna, supermodel Christy Turlington on the cover of Newsweek (2001), and Yoga Works. We all cherished the practice, the Sangha, the vision of health, harmony and happiness through yoga asana, meditation, chanting, and community. We sourced the studies to the classics, the Bhagavad Gita, the Upanishads, the Yoga Sutras. We went on long silent retreats. It is harder now.
In 2011 I sat in on an interview between Guruji Shree B.K.S. Iyengar and Philip Goldberg. Phil was on a book tour in India. Phil, 25 years Iyengar’s junior, asked Guruji what he though would happen to Iyengar yoga after he died. Guruji was very candid. He said that his system, if one could call it that, would be assimilated into a more general approach to yoga. Iyengar had no qualms, it was just how things would be. As his faithful student, I was rather stunned. Now I see the generosity in his words. Things change, they evolve.
This was leadership. Study, practice, listen, share, be honest, be humble, and repeat. I have always found the serenity prayer to be helpful.
Divine inner light, grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the Courage to change the things I can, and the Wisdom to know the difference.
As I enter the twilight of my leadership, I am eager to pass the torch. Always a bridge builder, whether YOGA with its pristine grace or something new, I invite you to dive into the next era of giving, of prayer, of chant, of passing the sacred pipe, of circling the planet with AUM.

The training intensive was fabulous! One unexpected boon to the “commercialization” of yoga, is that, with YogaWorks, there was a professional business behind the teacher trainings. They would handle marketing, formatting manuals, registration, all of the business issues that support an effective program.
Teachers from New York joined us. You may recognize Natasha Rizopoulos, Julie Kleinman-Woods, Jenny Arthur, James Brown, Jasmine Lieb, Malachi Melville, Vinnie Marino, John Gaydos, Birgitte Kristen, Sonya Cottle, Thomas Taubman, Rasha!, Casey Coda, Russ Pfieffer (shout out, check out his FB group Psychology of Anatomy), Jessica Smith, Amy LaFond, 

teaching for over forty years. He has studied Sanskrit and Indian philosophy at Oxford University and taught yoga in Oxford for more than 20 years. Kofi is one of very few teachers who seamlessly weaves wisdom teachings in a practical and contemporary way through out his classes.


a culture. What makes culture, or a culture? The dictionary says: “the customs, arts, social institutions, and achievements of a particular nation, people, or other social group”. Who is to say that birds do not have customs? Or that the relationship between trees, bugs, birds, and seeds is not a social institution? I love the idea of the culture of nature. Perhaps if we study the natural world we may find an organic rhythm that flows, ebbs, rises and subsides. Of course, taking a bird’s eye view of history we will see these tides of change rise and fall. Ours is but a breath in the life of the history of our people. Yet every breath counts!
What do we do when confronted with suffering, when we are disillusioned with life, when someone betrays or harms us, when the unimaginable happens? Losing our footing – as we say- and slipping into despair, frustration, anger or grief is a natural reaction when life throws us a curve ball. We tend to think of this as a personal phenomenon, but we are experiencing cultural and global grief on a scale not seen in nearly a century.
The Rhythm of the Universe, HaTha Yoga
Opening day, the inaugural class at our rechristened Center for Yoga. As I sat before forty students, all masked, all vaccinated, all eager to be together, eager to begin again; I realized that this was not so much about “my” moment of returning, as about all of us connecting.
The reborn Center for Yoga will evolve, as we all do. Every community grows through the collective efforts of individuals, through events and through adversity. Everyone who enters its space will shine a little light, shed a few problems and/or pounds, loosen around the edges to live life a touch more deeply. We share so much talent and have so many characters in our community! May we all celebrate, as I am, returning to the Center.