How I (re) learned to pray (sing)

me and the death god, tumbling in the dirt

Kailash at moonrise: Hemant Chaturvedi

When I look back at my first several years of yoga (sobriety), I often want to smack my forehead or roll my eyes. Man, I was stupid. I want to say I was leaky. I was very emotionally leaky. I was a hot mess and I took my mess very, very seriously. My curiosity had a fever to it. It didn’t feel like curiosity; i…