I rekindled an adolescent love of yoga 5 years ago. You might not know it to look at me. As a 60 something post menarche who has lived life fully, I wear my “menopot” with a bit a self-consciousness. Although I try to tell myself that my belly is magical or jolly like those of ancient Goddesses and Buddha, it’s very existence seems to defy my post retirement aspiration of sharing yoga with others. Even though many different types and shapes of people practice yoga, I just don’t look like what most people think a yoga teacher looks like. The funny thing about yoga is, despite what you may see on the many covers of Yoga magazines, the change on the inside can be much greater than the change on the outside. This was clearly my experience with yoga.