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Rugger turned yogini Upon the recommendation of my teammate, I took my first yoga class at an all women’s gym to stretch and recover from a knee injury I sustained during a rugby game. Oh, my dear friend said, "you don't have to chant if you don’t want to." Chant! What? While living in LA, I decided to become a certified teacher. Concerned that at 27, what life experience did I have to give my future students (I was the youngest in my teacher training class), yoga helped me swallow my fear of teaching the discipline. Over the past 10 years, I have experimented with various types of yoga (Iyengar, Anusara, Astanga, Hatha blend), meditation, classes, ropes, props, home practice, and different parts of the country. As one of my teachers, Carl Dawson quotes his teacher as saying, “When you walk east, what is in front of you? When you walk further east, what is in front of you? East. Yoga is like walking east; no matter how much you walk there is always more." You benchmark your practice with a smaller and smaller measuring stick. Instead of measuring in feet your measure in centimeters. Instead of judging you pose from what you look like in the mirror, you transform your posture from an internal sense of what is right for your body. My spiritual life once conflicted with my Catholic roots. After studying the yogic meditations and the Catholic meditations of St. Ignatius and St Theresa of Avila, I found that these centuries old practices were one in the same; they only completements my prayer life and relationship with my God and my. The practice has saved me. It keeps me more balanced during my bouts of the blues/depression; it draws me into the “perfection that absorbs all” (not sure where that wisdom came from-Gilbert who wrote “Eat, Pray, Love” said it once); it keeps my body healthy; it makes me a more patient lover, daughter, human being. I am able to take the lessons I learn in my practice, off my mat, and into the world, patience, compassion, purity, the nyamas and yamas, yoga’s code of ethics. Yoga, taking one step in the long journey to fuse with the perfection that absorbs all, is union.