Mysore with a 14 month boy

It happend. We all went to Mysore together. Me, my 14 month boy, my husband and my mum! It was little difficult to decide to go after Sharathji had passed away. But I thought, even without his physical presence, his teachings were still there, the community was still there and my intention to keep practising was there. So we went. One of my many dreams had been realised which was to bring my mum and baby to India.

My asana practice was a bit limited as I was and am building up after giving birth and am going through long-term postpartum issues. But my 7th series practice was very wholesome and I felt very peaceful and grateful. I am extremely lucky to have such supportive family and am feeling immense gratitude to the tradition and community of Ashtanga yoga.