One dawn on a beach in Southern Baja, as the sun was rising in the East, the full moon was setting in the West. The waves were rolling ashore. The great balance, the strength of the ever moving celestial bodies, and the fluidity of the ocean, brought me to reverse warrior.

During a stop, in Catavina, central Baja, in a beautiful, wind swept desert of boulders and large cacti, I felt warrior I, (virabhadrasana I). The wind whipped around me, and yet I remained as grounded as the rock, with small movements, like the cactus.

These two of the photos were taken at a Mayan temple called Chitchen-Itza,  on the Yucatan Peninsula, Mexico. I went to the temple in the early morning, before the throngs of tourists arrived. As I came face to face with the base of this magnificent pyramid, I felt compelled to be on the earth, kneeling at it’s feet. I laid down in child’s pose on the earth.

As I walked through the ruins, as if in a dream, I found this tree. It's shadow branches seemed just as real as it's actual branches. I felt the stillness of tree pose (vrksasana). Within a corridor of ancient Mayan engraved totems, I felt eagle pose, (garudasana), mimicking the spiral forms (left).

Last Thanksgiving, while visiting with family in Del Mar, California, we went for a walk on the beach with our dog. My niece, Shalini, and I thought it'd be fun to practice wheel (urdhva dhanurasana), after exploring these rock fissures in the cliff.

While living in Maui, Hawaii, I would go to this spot on the North Eastern shore, called Kipahulu, near Hana. I would camp, hike, and swim in the Seven Sacred Pools. Trikonasana, or triangle pose, felt like a joining of the elements, the solid lava, the frothy sea, and the infinite sky.