Letter from the editor
I don’t need to labor to breathe. It happens on its own. I can trust my breath to keep happening like I can trust truth to be essentially true no matter its packaging.
We may be unable to reconcile with an other, until we reconcile what is in contest within our own selves. Insecurities going into the yoga teacher training still tenaciously undermine my hopes for it. I worry I will dishonor yoga or dishonor God. I worry I am a heretic, or will soon become one.