When The Alps Call Akolade... Part 1

Once, wings were broken

Grace is found in the danger

Brave? Foolish? Flying.

Destiny is calling me.

That’s a joke… Or is it? 

I don’t really know if I believe in destiny. I believe in possibility. Possibility is calling me.

The Alps are calling me.

(Alps not pictured here)

In February I said, “I want to do a yoga teacher training. I want money I earn from doing yoga to pay for it.”

In March someone slid in my DMs after I posted yoga photos for a month and asked me to be in a commercial.

I thought I was one of those scam things or a brand just trying to get me to buy their stuff and post it. 🙄

Then I discovered that it was Alo.Moves. (Not a scam! Phew! 😩) 

Alo is a yoga brand that has the goal of giving away as much free yoga as possible. They have relationships with a lot of inspirational figures in the yoga community and I’m really honored that they reached out to have me participate...

This is where the story gets crazy.

I brought my typewriter to set. I thought it might be fun to write people some poetry and share the beauty of this thing I do if there was any time. I wrote some poems for the crew, bid them all farewell and thought nothing of it.

Two months roll by and someone slides into my DMs again.

It’s Alo.Moves and they want to know if I can do inversions. For a two-day shoot.

The answer, of course, is yes.

(Spoiler alert)

I tell them I can do two days for sure. I get to set and I meet Talia. She’s the teacher for the video and both of us are pretty quiet when you first meet us.

As per usual, I bring out my favorite clickety-clackety ice-breaker and we start chatting about life between takes and through lunch. After we wrap Talia asks me if I can take a photo for her. She doesn’t know I love photography yet, but she’s super pleased and I don’t think anything of it. I’m charmed by how much she enjoys the photo if anything.

But then again the next day we get to talking. And it’s pretty extensive. It’s light, it’s heavy, it’s thoughtful... provocative occasionally and dark frequently, yet always beautiful. The second day, I pull out my actual camera and I take some photos. Talia tells me I’m welcome at her workshop over the weekend, and I’m honored, but I assume when you’re a yoga teacher, it’s just one of those things you tell people. (It’s not) So I tell Talia I’ll see her tomorrow, but I don’t. I thought I was potentially coming back for the extra days, but I end up not being booked.

I feel like a Jeeeerk.

More to come in Part 2

(Yogi in down dog, begging for forgiveness)