Years ago, when I still lived in Colorado and had just started teaching yoga, I made a big decision. I flew to the east coast to take a teacher training with Jivamukti yoga. Then, I flew home. What ensued was one of the loneliest periods of my love affair with yoga. You see, in 2003 when I did this, I was only one of 4 Jivamukti teachers west of the Mississippi river, and I was a very long way from the style of yoga that I craved to practice and learn.