What do Willow Glen Yoga and Gratitude have in Common?

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The other day, I realized that if it wasn’t for Willow Glen Yoga, I wouldn’t be headed for Los Angeles in a week to help with the final rewrites for the movie I wrote with my writing partner who is there, now, behind the camera, making her dreams come true.

If it weren’t for Willow Glen Yoga I wouldn’t have had the body awareness to want to become a massage therapist. I wouldn’t have met the many, many wonderful people I had as clients. I wouldn’t have watched a man who had been in Iraq sob like his heart was broken after I worked his psoas. I wouldn’t have had him hug me after, still crying, saying how grateful he was, saying he felt like a different, lighter person.

If it weren’t for Willow Glen Yoga, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with Willow Glen, where I now live.

If it weren’t for Willow Glen Yoga, I wouldn’t have artwork by Kent Bond and Jonny Parker all over my house.

If it weren’t for Willow Glen Yoga, I wouldn’t have Scooter in my life, the best of friends, who saved me more than once.

If it weren’t for Willow Glen Yoga, I wouldn’t be able to touch my toes. I know this for a fact because I couldn’t before I started going there, and nothing else I do in my life would lead to that kind of wild behavior.

If it weren’t for Willow Glen Yoga, I wouldn’t understand the meaning of sangha.

If it weren’t for Willow Glen Yoga, I wouldn’t have met Dr. Mark Lucas next door and have not only worked with him in his office, but I wouldn’t have had him fix my physical maladies from insomnia to a rotated L4.

If it weren’t for Willow Glen Yoga, I wouldn’t have met Nanette Sisk at Aboutface and had her show me the beauty of skin care. I wouldn’t have had her introduce me to my writing partner, Antonia Bogdanovich.

If it weren’t for Willow Glen Yoga, I wouldn’t have gotten to see Kyczy Hawk bring her book Yoga and Recovery to shelves across the world. I wouldn’t have her beautiful bowls in my cabinet.

If it weren’t for Willow Glen Yoga, I wouldn’t have met Katie Peuvrelle, performance coach extraodinaire, and I wouldn’t have referred to her the countless number of people who have since had their lives changed in blessed and remarkable ways. You know who you are.

If it weren’t for Willow Glen Yoga, I wouldn’t be sitting here in Peet’s, waiting for my friend Kent Bond come and sit by me so we can talk about art.

If it weren’t for Willow Glen Yoga, Jane Peart wouldn’t have taken me to the Ojai Yoga Crib with Stevie Wonder and given me one of the best weekends of my life.

If it weren’t for Willow Glen Yoga, I wouldn’t have met Catherine Killion, friend to all, and she wouldn’t have gotten me into Art of Yoga. I would not now be the writing mentor for a brutally talented young girl who has been in and out of juvenile hall for three years. This week marks her last week of incarceration.

If it weren’t for Willow Glen Yoga, I wouldn’t have met Jen Bulik and Jeff Lang and been part of the wedding of the century. I wouldn’t still be feeling the stun of loss, but at least I got to know her. I’m still reeling, frankly.

If it weren’t for Willow Glen Yoga, I wouldn’t have had a massage client introduce me to my husband. This fact still takes my breath away. What if I had taken up pilates instead!!?

So, because of Willow Glen Yoga I have my dream job (screenwriter), my dream husband (Chris Sigler), my dream house (Westwood Drive), and a body that lets me live with as much flexibility as a crabby Boston girl can manage.

This is just the beginning of my list, but I need to go to class now. Kent’s heating up the room.

With gratitude. – Anne

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