My personal and professional lives were respectively busy, full of conflict, brimming with inconsistent variables that were assaulting me daily, compounding the “normal” stresses that one expects from life. There were times where even getting up out of bed each morning to face the day was a massive hurdle, not even considering what other things or issues outside the 4 walls of my bedroom might be lurking, waiting to pounce on my already jangled nerves.

It was during this time, one day, where I coincidentally came across my Dad’s copy of Forever Young Forever Healthy, and started to read it. Although, open-minded but yet skeptical about the mental and physical benefits of practicing yoga, I still wasn‘t sure if yoga was for me? That is until two incidents quite separate in nature occurred.

The first being a phone conversation I was having with my Mom about how busy and challenging life seemed to be for me as of late. When out of the blue, she brought up my Dad, and how his yoga practice in the 1950’s (prior to their marriage) was his solution\remedy to dealing with his post WWII “memories” - as she called them. (although myself not being a medical practitioner, I would suspect these “memories” might be considered PTSD in nature, using modern terminology).

The second was in the form of a quote I had run across while Googling Indra Devi, she suggested that, “Yoga is a way to freedom. By its constant practice, we can free ourselves from fear, anguish and loneliness.” It was the culmination of these three occurrences that somehow, for some reason, provided me with a millisecond of clarity and hence some personal direction and perhaps a solution to my stressful daily existence. In essence, it was the revisiting of my Father and his 1950‘s foray into yoga through Devi‘s guidance, that a solution to my problems would emerge in the form of a yoga-based practice.

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