
Conor’s Origins of Yoga
Growing up in my family, we were nominally Christians. We celebrated Christmas and Easter but many of those years without even visiting a church. As a little boy, I was pretty confused about what Santa had to do with the birth of a divine baby, or what the Easter Bunny had to do with a very intense form of ancient Roman execution. But when I was ten, my parents took me to a new church called Self-Realization Fellowship.

The sunny gratification of a New Love City yoga class
Originally published for Eagle Street Archive on Substack.