"So... my practice - after I ripped my arm off (ashtanga shoulder injury), became very still and subtle. And for a while nothing happened. I was like, 'Fuck this,' right? Yoga sucks. Yoga kills. Yoga's expensive. Yoga isn’t earning me a very good living. I hate it, and what happens if I just do nothing? So I just did nothing. And then I started to miss the life force that it brings. I started to miss the the breathing. I started to miss backbends, twists, side bends... and, you know, those parts of natural movement that are missing in our modern urban lives... so they started to sneak their way back in. I didn’t have to do a formal - I decided no more 'formal'. Fuck that. I did the formal thing. I practiced x-amount of time, x-amount of days, doing these x-amount of poses and this x-amount of order... and fuck that. What does my body want? What do I need today?" ——————————————————- NAME: Tracy Hodgeman (@tracyhodgeman) * AGE: 53 * BORN: Baltimore, MD * RAISED: By hippies in various rural places in addition to regular stints with my Republican suburban grandparents in Baltimore * OCCUPATION: Yoga teacher/teacher trainer/humor & healing empowerment adventure * CURRENT HOMETOWN: Seattle, Washington * ——————————————————-. .* The Aioga Project is simply a space for people to share all the parts of their practice that can’t be captured in a photograph. * There’s wisdom in every experience. Power in every story. * Join us on this journey of self-discovery and exploration, and tag some friends who know would like to come along. ——————————————————- Why do you love YOUR practice!? We’d love to help you tell your story, so get our attention by sharing your practice today with #WhyAioga. ——————————————————- Find more of Tracy’s story, and all our other participants, at www.aioga.com. Link in bio.