My mom has always wanted to go to Newfoundland. So, my daughter and I had the privilege to travel with my 87 year old mom clear across the country this summer to the far East Coast exploring St. John’s and some of the south coast. What an amazing opportunity!
And yoga–it came right along. We met up with a yogi friend who teaches in a hot yoga studio (Shout out to Modo and Bethany) and got to take one of her classes. Such bliss!
But also, yoga doesn’t only ask for studios. It asks for presence. A pause in motion. A hand held tight. What we found is that Newfoundland gives it freely—raw, weathered beauty. Much like our Vancouver Island. In true inter-genrational spirit, the moment was caught here. Two open hearts with Newfoundland caught in the background as they sit in meditation, Anjali mudra at heart centre.
This is yoga, wild and unscripted.
No performance. No perfection. Just presence.
The photo captures more than posture. It holds a legacy. A kind of quiet courage. The trust between two souls choosing stillness in a spinning world.
Maybe that’s the real yoga. Not the shape of the pose. But who you become inside it.
Next time you travel—pause. Feel your feet. Listen to the sky. Share a moment. Snap the shot. Hold the memory.
Yoga meets you anywhere. Even on a quiet dock beside someone you love.
Westcoast Duck Yoga 
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