Yoga, India, and yoga in India

Last week I mentioned that I would share some exciting news.

The big news?

In less than 70 days I will be traveling to India to work on my 200 hour yoga teaching certification. Saying I am excited is an understatement.

I have wanted to go to India since I was a little girl. When other girls were dreaming about Paris, Italy, and London, I was dreaming of India. I blame the start of my India obsession on the movie “The Little Princess.” Does anyone remember that movie?

little princess

It was one of my childhood favorites. I loved it because it told me that anyone could be a princess (“even snotty two face bullies!”) and anything I wanted to be was a possibility. Sara (the main character) lived in India before moving to the states, being separated from her father, made into a servant, and gaining a sister. She told her friends at the all girl school she attended and later cleaned mystical stories about India and like the girls in movie, I too fell in love with the idea of India.

When people would ask me where I wanted to travel I would say “India” in all my earnest. This was usually met with odd looks and questions like “why on earth would would want to go to India? Why not London?” I couldn’t really answer because besides for watching a movie that had a connection with India, I felt tied to the place somehow but I didn’t have the words to talk about it.  I just knew I wanted to go there and I knew that one day I would. I even wrote it as a bucket list place to visit.

My dad travels the world for his job and has been to India on several occasions. He was not impressed with my desire to go to there. He encouraged me to always travel but to maybe choose a ‘less dirty’ and a ‘more safe’ place. Realizing that I had no idea why I really wanted to go to India besides for  feeling connected to the place and a childhood movie, I pushed dreams of India behind me.


Then enters yoga.

As many of you know, I recently started practicing yoga and fell head over heels (literally) in love with it. I love how it makes me feel, how I have grown, and how it has made me questioned every aspect of my being. What started as a hobby and an exercise has grown to be a way I aspire to live my life. Daily practice has become a part of my identity. It’s strange, but I now split my life into two categories: life before yoga and life since yoga. Yoga has changed me for the better and I am so thankful to have found such a supportive yoga community that encourages me to grow.

My yoga family is amazing. I was encouraged to seek teacher training so I did. I found a few programs I was interested in and my teachers helped guide me after that. When I found the teacher training program in India, my heart sang. Like it literally sang a chorus and the sun shined brighter. Okay, maybe I made the last bit up, but it did feel that way.

regret chances we didn't take

I found a program at the Rishikesh Yog Peeth school in India, ran it by my instructors and everyone seemed to agree that this was the way to go. The teacher training program lasts 6 weeks and room and board are included in the fee.

So in less than 70 days I will be living out my dream of traveling to India, learning and growing as a yogi, and becoming the person I want to be. Like I said, saying I am excited is an understatement.

Over the next few days I plan on telling more about the program and I will talk about my India yoga journey in a three part series called “The signs: Yoga and India.”

Now excuse me while I go and do a happy flow because I am feel so hopeful and energetic right now!

Love, Life, Health, Happiness and a Full belly,

Sonni K.


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