The closest I’ve come to joining the “Yoga Selfie” craze is to, on some of my trips, suddenly strike a pose and ask my travel buddy to capture it with a camera. It’s usually at a particular beautiful and/or monumental spot. For example, the shot above has me sitting on the very highest point in Missouri, a big rock that sits on Taum Sauk Mountain.
In all cases, a yoga mat is missing. You don’t really need a mat to practice yoga. You don’t even need to strike a pose. Continue reading “Yoga Mat Love”