So often, we walk into a yoga class with an agenda or carrying insecurities and it keeps us from discovering the lighter side of our practice. We assume finding center is serious business and we move through class so hyper focused we might miss the magic in letting go and finding humor in ourselves.

As I ponder the word “wanderer,” it stirs in me a wistfulness to my childhood growing up camping in the Cohutta Wilderness. My brother and I would head out from camp with a few snacks and no set destination or timing and spend the whole day discovering the beauty of the mountains and the forest. I think back to those days longingly. When did we lose our natural childhood ability to just wander?