Before I ever boarded a plane or picked up a passport, I had a poster of Michael Jordan on my bedroom wall. Arms outstretched, legs...

It started as a simple gesture. Unscripted. Unconscious. Arms stretched wide. Head lifted toward the sky. A stance that said: I’m here....

I didn’t come to yoga for enlightenment. I came for the easy A. In college, I needed a light elective—something chill to balance out the...