sanskrit slips.



It never fails. We go into a pose and my teacher (who I used to teach along side) says, “I forget the name of this one Brandi, what is it?” And of course, every time, Brandi just plain forgets. It’s like all my years of Sanskrit, just poof~ out the window. But really, since I’ve stopped teaching I no longer use the language on a regular basis. Use it or lose it, they say.  I love my Sanskrit. So I better start using it again. I love how the tongue flows with the sound and the whole body vibrates energetically. Sanskrit is not just a language of words. It’s resonance. It’s mystery attached to music. It’s moving magic. Aum.

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