When I was a child, I loved to draw butterflies. Their wings had different shapes: large and pointed, small and round. They were always very colorful.
When I was about nine years old, I got to become the butterfly. My dance teacher choreographed a piece called “chrysalides et papillons.” My costume was beautiful! I had large, gorgeous wings! And, it was black, with neon colors shining in the dark!!!
Then, when I grew older, I remember going with my Dad to those bird exhibitions where the falcons were set free. They would spread their wings and fly over a castle with their sharp little eyes, landing on their trainer’s hand glove and devouring a piece of raw meat. I was fascinated.
Today, I am in love with my morning friends: two little birds who show up every day in my backyard and sing, sing, sing until they get dizzy. One has a vibrant blue color, and the other one is bright red. I never see them fly, but I am stunned – endlessly – by their beauty, and as I listen to their gorgeous voices, I am reminded of Maya Angelou’s words:
« … But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing. … »
Have you ever had the feeling that your wings are majestic? Have you ever had the feeling that your wings are clipped? It comes and goes, doesn’t it? I know…
I have flown so many times – so high, so far, and so free! And, I have fallen so many times – so brutal, so painful and so low. I have broken my wings, lost my feathers and smashed my little bones. I’ve picked them up, patched them all together and thrown myself over the edge again, willing to try this again, willing to feel free again, willing to fly again. And, I would fall, again and again.
The beauty of a journey that looks like a trip with many stops, rather than a direct trip to constant bliss, is that we get glimpses of bliss every time. Every time we go up, we rediscover how it feels to be free, deep in our guts and hearts. Then, we dissolve into the sweetness of this divine dizziness, forgetting we were hurt and that our wings were broken at one time. We are reminded of our intrinsic power of greatness, with no thinking, no judging… no holding back. We feel no ego, no control, no inner fight – just breath, love, happiness, oneness, bliss and eternity.
I have felt like a caged bird with clipped wings more often than I have felt like a free bird, but I believe we all want to feel our hearts wide open, without fear or discomfort. Don’t we all want to live by the rules of unconditional love more than by the rules of our society and break free from the shell we put on to please others? That’s why we keep trying to fly.
One thing I am starting to learn is that freedom, like everything else, is a choice.
As I was trying to unclip my wings recently, I caught myself taking all the steps to weigh them down even more, instead of making the choices that would patiently and carefully, untie them. Every day we do the best we can to choose to step into our power or let it control us.
Can we all promise each other to keep doing the best we can and keep taking the steps that bring us closer to our happiness and not further away? Can we do our best to spread our wings and fly, again and again? Pinky swear… okay?!!
Some days, we’ll feel like my little morning birds, not flying, but just singing. Other days, we’ll find ourselves focused, powerful and strong like the sturdy falcons. And then, delicate and full of light, we’ll become butterflies, full of colors and free!
Never forget the beauty of your own wings. They are strong, magnificent and uniquely gorgeous – just like we are. Most importantly, they are ours. Choose to fly, Butterflies!
Spread your unique and gorgeous wings with Stephanie Mondays and Wednesdays at 8:30pm for her Lotus Hour classes (see schedule).
Up until I was 12 years old, I loved to sing – there was nothing that made my body hum and my spirit soar like singing. I sang throughout my childhood, composing dramatic spontaneous soundtracks to my toy soldiers’ battles, Hot Wheels car races, and Lego construction projects. Intensely shy, it was so difficult to even talk and buy a donut from a cashier, but for some reason I could stand in front of a packed theatre audience and belt out songs. I felt so free singing, and it lifted my mood, coloring a duller world with each turning note of song.
When I was 12, the school chorus teacher recruited me for a special Christmas concert. She heard that I was in the New Orleans Symphony Children’s Chorus and wanted me to sing the lead solo part, the summit of the evening. I practiced at home, rehearsed with my peers at school and everything seemed on course. Posters were plastered all over the school that announced: “Christmas concert featuring Sean Johnson of The New Orleans Symphony Children’s Chorus.” That evening, hundreds of kids and their parents gathered in the auditorium. I was introduced with a big round of applause. I walked up on stage and smiled. The chorus teacher raised her baton, and I began to sing.
Suddenly, I couldn’t control my voice. Shrill, high-pitched sounds, totally out of tune, leapt randomly, like wild, frightened fish from my throat. I sounded like a cartoon character, crowing “HAH-LEY-LOOOOOO-YAHHHHH!” My voice quivered and broke, unrecognizable. Shocked, I looked out at the chorus teacher as I sang the last verse. She was horrified. She shook her head and buried her face in her hands. I cried myself to sleep that night. My spirit sank.
The kids teased and taunted me for days. I was so embarrassed that I quit the Symphony Children’s Chorus. Soon after, I realized that an unexpected guest had arrived at that ripe moment on stage. It was puberty, and my voice was shifting with all the other alien physical changes. But, in my adolescent mind, the damage was already done. I was filled with shame. I stopped singing. I put my voice in a cage and threw away the key.
A decade passed and none of my friends during that period knew that I once called myself a singer, that there was a time when I loved singing more than anything. As a young adult thinking back on this incident from childhood, it seemed ridiculous that it would still hold power over me, nevertheless it did. I longed to sing, to feel my body buzz again with that freedom. But, I had buried my singing voice under the rubble of fear.
One day, in college, I enrolled in an Irish Studies course. My professor, Seán Williams, offered to teach a few of the students these beautiful, highly ornamented, sean-nos (old-style) Irish songs, sung in free time, acapella, that she had learned from Joe Heaney, one of the greatest Irish singers in this song form. I learned that these songs were significant in Irish history, cherished during an era of oppression when the British rulers commonly burnt all the musical instruments in the villages in an effort to extinguish Irish culture and identity. But, the people still had the most primary musical instrument — their voices. They would gather, often in secret at night, around the hearth, and sing these songs, many of them laments.
In the sean-nos singing tradition the singer typically closes his or her eyes, or even turns their back to their audience. The song transports the singer and the listeners, stirring their hearts to a great depth of feeling. Each song, no matter the roughness or quality of the singer’s voice, is regarded as a treasured gift to the community.
When I heard these beautiful songs, they awakened a hunger in my heart to sing again. After the first lesson, I went home, locked the door to my room and dimmed the lights. I reached into the cobwebs for my voice, which like a wounded bird had been held hostage for a decade by my own childhood shame. I closed my eyes in that moment, and sang into the scars. My body disappeared. My ancestors were waiting for me inside these songs. It was rough at first, but gradually, with practice, patience, time, and guidance, my voice rose from the ashes, and I was soaring, once again.
The Sufi poet Rumi wrote, “Birds make great sky circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall. And falling they’re given wings.”
Not long after, I was introduced to Sufi chanting, yoga mantra chanting, and kirtan. I relished new forms of prayerfully joining with others to sing from the inner space of the heart. That was nearly 20 years ago, and to this day, I feel most alive and most awake when I’m singing.
I share this story with you to give you the courage to free your voice from the cage of fear, and to find your own unique way to express the depths of your heart. Life is too short and too precious to hold back. Sing your song!
Sean Johnson and the Wild Lotus Band are getting ready to lift you up in song and spirit. Back by popular demand, their mantric tunes are set to vibrate the Dance Hall Friday, July 25th (register here). FYI, their new album, Unity, drops August 19th (find out more here), so come get a preview and let your spirit soar. It’ll be a family affair you won’t want to miss!
Close your eyes and imagine yourself flying. What are you flying over? To whom? From whom? Where to? From where? When I was a child, I remember listening to my Walkman on the bus to school. I would make up stories in my head everyday with the soundtrack of what was playing. The stories would get more elaborate and detailed each day, all frequently rooted from a specific need in my life at the moment.
When I was nine years old, a few kids from my school were selected to sing on TV for the world cup that was being hosted in Italy that year. I loved football so much. I wanted to be part of that group, but I wasn’t picked because I wasn’t exotic looking enough… didn’t look Italian enough… didn’t really look like I was from anywhere. (That’s what I was told, and thinking back, it might be one of the reasons I fell in love with New York.)
Needless to say, I was devastated! After crying for hours in the bathroom, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and realized I could make my own World Cup! I took my violin stand, turned it into a microphone and while my friends were on TV singing, I was the lead singer in my very own World Cup!
When I was younger, it was fun to make up stories and be the protagonist; they always required some sort of great act of courage. Sometimes, I was a police officer on a bike, other times I would wake up in a mystical castle with no idea how I got there. At times, I was Robin Hood! Sometimes, I was the coach of my very own football team A.S Roma! It was fun, and it gave me a chance to let go and connect with my light.
Although I didn’t actually experience being at the World Cup, I allowed myself to be there, and it was ok. I felt happy and that was all that mattered. Sometimes I think back on how much time I had to play and pretend… to fly away with my imagination! I realize now that those special, long afternoons helped me nourish an imagination that prevented unexpected surprises from becoming harmful to my ego. My heart had taken over through the imagination, and I was learning how to take care of myself. I was using my imagination as a tool to help me get over a bad situation!
As we get older, yes, hopefully we become wiser, but sometimes we become more fearful and vision and imagination become even more important. Without vision, one is lost. Without an intention, why take risks? Why wake up? Why connect? We can all fly with our imaginations. We all deserve to fly, because we all deserve to arrive to a place that brings us peace.
I left Rome to come to New York, because I wanted the things I dreamed about to happen. I was scared… but most of all excited.
I ask myself every morning, what do I want, and sometimes, the answer is scary. What if I don/t get what I want? What if I fail? The answer to myself is… always. If I don’t try I will never know, and that answer promptly turns my reluctant thought into action.
Sometimes I do things out of my comfort zone, embarrassing things that leave me sleepless for nights. In those moments I think of what my friend Vivian once said while deciding whether to go home and eat delicious comfortable popcorn in her safe home rather than have an unexpected night out. Very courageously she decided to act, “At least you’ll have a story to tell, a lesson to learn – and sometimes a funny one too,” she said.
Flying means trying; trying means flying. When we are able to detach from any expectation, and put in the hard work, motivated from a strong foundation based on a need (I like to call it a spiritual need), we dive into a flight that is both exciting and stimulating – not frightening and nerve wracking.
Here are two ways to try… and fly… right now.
First, write something down that terrifies you, but excites you – one that is not harmful to you or the people around you. Visualize the many ways to get there. Then, create a story, and work on it every day with your imagination. Turn it into action by letting the subtlety of your hidden muscle become an opportunity. Don’t stay stuck to your script. Improvise a little and see where the story takes you. Keep checking in with your intention and your foundation.
Second, show up for an asana that scares you. Start by visualizing yourself in the shape. What is required for you to achieve it – presence, practice, will – or all three? The controlled mind is forced to connect to the breath, to the body, to the uniqueness of you. Through this union, one wonders into the power of freedom and potential within the Self, which is exciting because we detach from the past and the future, fitting us right in the middle – exactly where and when all aspects of our being unite.
Allow yourself to fly because you deserve it. Allow yourself to fly because you have an intention that supports you. Allow yourself to fly, because it’s through a wider perspective that we become free!
What if you were flying toward your biggest need today? What happens if you don’t actually know what that is? It is only through effort that we receive the grace and the benefits of our hard work. If you are heading nowhere, you will arrive nowhere. We must exercise the muscle of our imagination to build the ability to take that spiritual dive, both in the mind and in the heart.
Fly, because you deserve to be free! Francesca and the Lotus FLY family help your imagination (and your legs) soar during the Lotus Flow Super Skool 50-hour Advanced Intensive: FLY, starting August 11th (Learn more and register here). Just want a FLY afternoon? Our monthly FLY workshop with Kenny Frisby is July 20th (register here). As always, you can float with Francesca in class Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays (see class schedule).
The first time I met Raghunath Cappo was upside down, experiencing his harmonium and reading his tattoos at my first inversion workshop in New York. The first time I met Dana Trixie Flynn, she was doing Firefly between the seats on an Amtrak train, her 45-record adapter tattoo a sign she and I would have much disco in common.
Meeting them this way, I had that Ben Stiller deer-in-the-headlights look from the movie Meet the Fockers. Both of them were on their hands, with their feet floating in the air, sharing a joy for yoga flight so passionately and differently than I had experienced before. Flash forward three years. Now, I know these two yoga characters as fun loving, lovingly eccentric, amiable and hilarious people, deeply devoted to their families – just like the parental characters in the movie. They’re never short of surprises that make you realize life is never predictable… and that your own journey is always more magnificent than any movie with De Niro.
It took me 10 years to find my Scorpion. It took me 12 years to find my Firefly. I lifted into both of these conundrum poses just about the same time I encountered these two yogis. Coincidence? Maybe.
Maybe there are certain people who just know the secret to Spiritual Flight and can inspire it in others. I needed to know more.
Meet the Fliers.
Chen: Tell us about the first time you went upside down.
Raghunath: Danbury State Fair in Connecticut. I saw the same world differently.
Dana: WOW. I feel the energy as I remember this: my dad would spin me around, and I was definitely flying! I would ask him to do it again and again. Love you, Daddy Flynn.
Chen: When did you utter your first “OM”?
Raghunath: Dharma Mittra yoga class circa 1987 or 88. I was intrigued.
Dana: I am sure my first MOMs were OM’s. And they are still are – Om, the Mother of the Universe.
Chen: When did you realize a similarity between those two feelings – that being spiritually uplifted in song and in body are a deeper union?
Raghunath: Music always moved me, but Kirtan got me flying – then I was hooked. I didn’t hear proper Kirtan ‘til I stumbled upon the Krishna Temple in Downtown Brooklyn that same year and saw Blacks, Whites, Asians, and the young and old jumping, singing dancing and chanting together. I was swept in, and my heart felt like it exploded.
Dana: Singing and dancing to Earth, Wind and Fire was my first hit of being uplifted in body and spirit through song and movement! The yoga practices now give this divine feeling or bhav more direction and purpose; my heart keeps expanding and exploding open!
Chen: What does it mean to you when someone says, “spiritual flight”?
Dana: Happy WILD AND FREE! No matter what’s going on in your life you practice being free and rising above the muddiness of the mind to feel oneness! Love!
Chen: What do you think about when you’re upside down?
Raghunath: I just hear my breath or add mantras to my breathing.
Dana: No-thing. My mind is free unless I am falling and near something sharp… then I am thinking… move away from the sharp object.
Chen: Can you describe how your heart might look from a spiritual eye when it is lifted up in Kirtan?
Raghunath: It swells and pumps up to a size many times larger than a heart should be, and when it bursts, it’s contagious.
Dana: I feel like my whole family is right inside – everyone is nesting, resting and loving inside the hub of my heart.
Chen: What’s it like when you hear your call come back with a huge, vocal response?
Raghunath: I feel connected to everyone in the room. I feel like I’m with people who can just be sweetly vulnerable.
Dana: I am not alone! Together we can move mountains.
Chen: As you age and gain more wisdom, how does “spiritual flight” evolve in your practice?
Raghunath: I don’t have much wisdom but my personal practice evolves in the way I treat people, see people, and deal with challenges in my life.
Dana: Truly, it’s more subtle – sitting, listening and mudras. I pray down at the river; this really nourishes me spiritually. Also, gazing at my beloved is my favorite spiritual flight.
Chen: What’s your favorite FLY pose (inversion or arm balance) and why?
Raghunath: Handstand with lotus.
Dana: Firefly (Tittibhasana). I love how it feels, reaching through both legs and on the back of my arms. I love to do it on all over town, from garbage bins in Times Square to boats on the river!
Chen: What’s the secret to “spiritual flight”?
Raghunath: Practice. Trust.
Dana: Practice, practice, practice – and let go.
Chen: What advice would you give to someone afraid to fly?
Raghunath: See. Try baby steps. Fall down. Get up. Try again. Fly.
Dana: F.E.A.R – False Evidence Appearing Real. Take it step by step, one breath at a time. Start with the wall, and in time with practice, you will WANT to move away from the wall. Be bold – is there something else you wanna show up for that you are afraid of? Here’s your opportunity. Have the fear, and do it anyway. Often the things that we are afraid of are also the things we really want to show up for in our lives. You will change your relationship with fear, joy and see yourself in a new light! Everything is possible! You are already free. You just forgot. Practice to remember.
Chen: What advice would you give to someone who’s always flying… about the importance of being grounded?
Raghunath: The tallest tree needs roots and every bird has its nest. Without the grounding, we can’t relate to people of this world, and they can’t relate to us.
Dana: Be grounded and outrageous – the balance of both are key. Eat some potatoes too!
Get lifted with both of Raghunath and Dana at their annual Bhakti Bomb weekend retreat at Kripalu in the Berkshires, August 1-3. You’ll fly, you’ll sing and there might be a few potatoes in the cafeteria if you need ‘em. Register with Kripalu online or call 866-200-5203 for more information.
I am first generation daughter of Russian-Jewish immigrants who grew up in California. According to most strangers who get a kick out of guessing where I am from, I am Moroccan or South American. Until this day, my grandma blames all my mishaps on the fact that I was allowed to have sleepovers as a child.
I spoke only Russian until I turned five and went to preschool, where apparently the other children wondered what was wrong with this little “weird” child that couldn’t speak their language. I felt attached to my family heritage, yet with my American friends I still felt like an outsider. Later, as I connected more with my peers in school, my family criticized me for losing the language and values of my culture. This feeling of being split between worlds remained a theme and continued to show up in various ways, such as feeling passionate about pursuing a career in dance yet wanting to pursue a graduate degree and a rigorous academic path.
Recently, I received a big spiritual lesson. Someone told me I was perceived as an “outsider” in one of my communities. At first, I felt myself become angry and defensive and put on that tough, protective mechanism. For me, that usually means blaming myself, or others, then, escaping from the situation. This criticism had touched upon my biggest wound. I decided to reach out to a mentor for guidance, and as we spoke on a cold Friday night, she said something that stuck with me. “Perception is reality.”
True or not, if someone believes something to be true, then it becomes true. What is perceived is now real in the observer’s mind. If I believe there is a snake on the road, even if everyone else around me sees only an empty road, the snake to me is now real and my behavior will manifest: I will run away from that spot. This recent lesson, both painful and magnificent, forced me into seeing how my own, old beliefs about being an outsider or not being worthy or good enough actually lead to an external reenactment of an inner dialogue.
In yoga, we use the word “maya” to describe the idea of illusion and we are taught that through spiritual practices, we can change our perspective, and thus, create our reality. But, sometimes we need help. We need the light of those around us to reflect our own light and to challenge old patterns that no longer serve us so that we do not continue to get in our own way.
The most important lesson I have learned in my own healing journey is this: connection is the most potent medicine for the soul.
When we struggle or suffer, it’s easy to choose isolation and shame over reaching out to a friend or loved one. As you now know, I speak from personal experience! Yet, I believe this precise gesture is the key to unlocking the heart. Instead of turning toward more destructive expressions or coping mechanisms, expressing our truth by using our voices to speak directly and compassionately is so deeply healing. In my work both as a yoga teacher and a nutrition therapist, I continue to be blown away by the power of relationships in reconnecting us to our “Soul Self” when we have wandered.
I’ll leave you with this:
Brene Brown, a writer, researcher and expert on the topic of human vulnerability, found in her studies that the only thing that separated men and women who felt a deep sense of love and belonging from the people who struggled for it… was the belief in their worthiness.
“It’s as simple and complicated as this: If we want to fully experience love and belonging, we must believe that we are worthy of love and belonging.”
Celebrate belonging with our Lotus family always, and with Anastasia: Monday evenings for Lotus 1 and Saturday mornings for Sun Celebrations (see class schedule). Her upcoming Fall workshop, “Body, Mind and Soul: “Healing Your Relationship to Food” is open for registration (Sign up here).
Ever since I can remember, I had some kind of social circle; a group of friends with whom I could hang out and explore life. Most of us went through some sort of educational system in which we shared a similar experience. While the circle of friends may have changed, the idea of having a close-knit group remained. After school was over, this all seemed to change for me. I found it harder to keep in touch with friends, and time was just not as available to everyone. It was no one’s fault, but lives were changing, and people were growing and moving on.
I found myself invading my younger friends’ social scenes, trying to find new friends as mine proceeded on their chosen separate paths. Going to clubs such as “Toastmasters,” real estate investment meetings and the like, I found others seeking the same social needs. I met some great people in the process but in the end it felt forced, as if I were there out of boredom. (And most of them were too.) ☹
Now, you may be thinking this is about being single or married, but it’s much deeper than that. I wasn’t lonely, just a little lost, socially. I would assume couples have the same issues meeting new friends and building a social circle, as well.
It was about finding a new circle, a new home, and a new community. I use the term “social circle” because that’s where I was at the time. I didn’t really understand the concept of community. I knew I needed something – I just couldn’t put my finger on it.
I have seen people handle this phase of life in different ways; some gracefully expand their circle, while, others withdraw and move inward. This stage of personal growth can be one of the biggest social hurdles to overcome. You can decide to ride the wave or just float in the water and possibly sink.
I was teetering in the balance and I needed a nudge – a push in a new direction.
Enter yoga into my life. After months of asking, I finally joined my sister at a local yoga class. The minute I walked through the doors, I had found that feeling of community. Everyone was happy to be there, people were smiling, and most of all, they were accepting. It was nice to feel like I had somewhere to go, a place to practice being better. Before I knew it, I was part of a community.
For a while I thought it was the asana (physical practice) that kept bringing me back to the mat. While that still plays a big part of it, I now realize that it’s the people who really drive me. The energy we receive and give off while being within the community is in the way we all come together. The exchange of prana keeps us feeling youthful and complete.
Becoming part of a community has enabled me to be more comfortable with who I am. Having an evolving group of people to grow and heal with provides a sense of comfort that I did not have for a long time – in fact, it’s more than I ever imagined. This community is everything I ever wanted in a social circle, and everything else I never knew I needed.
Have you had a similar experience?
Jeffrey Posner is an Instagram fave and one-half of the new NITE FLIGHT duo at Laughing Lotus. Launched this month: Jeffery and Victor Colletti’s bi-weekly NITE FLIGHT flow and fly classes – Jeffrey on Tuesdays, and Victor on Thursdays at 9pm (see schedule). Check them out if you want to improve your inversion practice with their personal secrets to soaring – or if you just like being upside down before saying goodnight… or, if you want to be with your community of FLY people.
O is for OM, A Big Cosmic Holler to Unite US, bringing us hOMe.
M is for MY Devotion to your Happiness and Freedom. #lovewithoutend
God is because You are God in Drag, and Together we LIFT each other up and LIGHT up the Whole World. #weareinthistogether
I remember when my beloved dog Herman would pull me around the neighborhood wanting to walk yet another block with boundless enthusiasm. This turned out to be biggest Blessing of my life. Herman, my furry little friend and longest relationship was the vehicle for me to meet my ‘neighbors’ and these awesome, colorful and interesting beings became my Family.
Downward LOVING DOG and the cosmic playground that is Laughing Lotus Yoga Center has been that vehicle for FAMILY and all the glittery blessings that I feel every day around y’all. Lotus is a place when you can be yourself, meet yourself, meet each other and through each other come to know and love yourSelf. All for One and One for ALL!
Sure, magic takes guts, and when y’all keep showing up, All of our magical powers are lit up. We ignite passion, power and grace into one another’s lives. We relax more deeply, play even harder and reach even further than we knew we ever could on our own. Our spiritual progress is amplified through the Community.
When I am around All of you, suddenly, I am Hanuman with super powers, able to grow very big, fly over oceans and tackle any and all obstacles. You help me keep the faith even when I have fear. We really are here to #Ganesh each other through life!
Thank you for my wake up CALL!
Thank you for letting me Serve YOU!
Thank you for inspiring the best to come through me, so I can get out of my own way each day!
OMG! Lotus comes up on Celebrating 15 years of Community: More than one million Chakras Opened, Hearts Cracked, Truth Aligned and Friends Found!
OMG, I LOVE that Downward Loving DOG brought us together, and we are that Vehicle of LOVE!
THe Community is the GURU. We are so taken care of.
Lotus Shakti Summit is our Biggest Brightest Party of the Year, but it’s really a Vehicle for our love to reach beyond the graffiti walls and ripple out to those around us. LINEAGE PROJECT brings yoga to a community of youth that longs for this new beginning and finds it through the practices just like we do. Let’s be that Vehicle. Let’s be their Downward Loving DOG! You can buy a raffle ticket and give the Love of Downward Dog to someone who needs and deserves it.
Y’all are MY Messengers of Light, SHINE ON!
See you on the Dance Floor,
The Original Mas (OMs) of Laughing Lotus, Dana and Jasmine, reUNITE for the Lotus Shakti Summit June 13-15th (register here). To kick off the summit, they’ll lead the Teachers’ Intensive on Friday and kick UP the Shakti with a Monster Mashup in the Dance Hall at 7pm. Drop in for one class, a whole day or the full SHAKTI Party with your favorite Lotus Teaching family.