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From today's yoga triathalon (5K walk/run, hour of yoga, hour of meditation, sprinkled with other fun events like hula hooping, slackline yoga, and dancing, and tribal body painting by Tribal Markers).

A day of joy to be sure, but a beautiful somber note during the meditation delivered by Noah Levine (refugerecovery.com) from the "Against The Stream Buddhist Meditation Society,” who posited:
"Can you be compassionate about what is unpleasant or even painful...?"

Here is a link to a video of a few hundred of my closest friends Om-ing together with Chelsey Korus.
You can't see but DJ Drez is spinning on stage
MC Yogi was leading this flow
Just had to come out of the pose to click a pic
These ladies wanted to practice with their new body markers
The results (1)
The results (2)
Less painful than a real tattoo but one heck of a suntan line
I'm a yoga slacker!
Poseur :)

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