Not sure where to begin....this has been a year so far... I still have not found a yoga teacher. More and more I really miss a couple of the excellent teachers I have had. The first was in Vancouver in 1998 at a community center I don't remember her name but I remember her style. My favourite song of Deva Premal is still purnamedah which always reminds me of the teacher I had at the Y. His class was Sunday mornings and I always felt better for it, even the day I cried through the entire class. Another memorable teacher was in Guelph where I took my first 100 hours of yoga teacher training. Her walking meditations changed meditation for me. It was money well spent and a memory I am grateful for. The teacher I had in Nicaragua for 500 hours is the one I got the tongue scraper, blue pendulum, mala beads and journaling habit from. She taught me alot.... I am finally connecting in a meaningful way with who I am, through ...