Yoga with Provisions II - more yoga, more provisions!

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Back by demand, Yoga with Provisions returns on Sunday August 9. Once again, we'll start with a little more than 75 minutes of yoga at the wonderful San Diego Creative Arts Project, the move on to Polite Provisions (or Soda & Swine) for cocktails and sustenance (for a discount). NEW: included with your ticket price is one house beer (aaaah, so refreshing), and a chance to win a complete premier set of Yoga Joes, the evolved army "men" in yoga poses support for our returning people in uniform. We'll also be collecting additional donations for Give Back Yoga/Warriors for Healing, to show we care.

Class size limited, so email me or message me on Facebook to reserve your spot ASAP. In the meantime, explore your universe and have a great July.

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