1982. Dave Leonard's basement on a Friday night. Bare feet, I ease down the steps into a smokey lair, fresh from a gymnastics meet. Minutes earlier, I've swapped androgynous white tights and a blue tank for a beat up flannel shirt, puka beads and jeans tattered with holes that've been earned, not bought. I have hair....

Monday. September 15th. Head spinning, heart wide-open. I. Am. Lit-up...and exhausted (in a great way)! Three weeks ago, 250 makers, entrepreneurs, artists, moms, dads, therapists, consultants, musicians, trainers, tradespeople, designers, doctors, managers and all form of world-shakers dropped into a 130-acre playground in the woods for 3 ½ days of magic. Yes, the first annual...

2002. Mexican riviera. I'm sweating, almost violently... Barefoot in the middle of a tiled, thatched-roof palapa feet from the rolling surf. I'm there with yoga wunderkind, Baron Baptiste, famed kirtan singer, Krisha Das, aka KD, and 100 sweaty humans training to become yoga teachers. We practice. We teach. We move. We twist. We grind. We stretch. We...