I have been to the Yoga Journal conference for almost ten years, and every time I’ve gone I’ve gotten something of value. This year I took classes with Tias Little, Marla Apt, and Marsha Wenig. With Tias I awakened my inner spiral with twists, with Marla I learned what type of poses help with depression and anxiety, and with Marsha I learned how to make yoga fun enough to entice children.

It’s a great conference, how it brings yogis of all shapes and sizes and walks of life together. The yoga slackers were there again this year, doing their asanas on the slackline, a site that is hard to comprehend the difficulty of until you step onto a slackline yourself. There were yogis in tie dyed flairs, posh looking yogis in the equivalent of a little black dress, yogis in tank tops and Uggs, baby-carrying yogis, and of course hot guy yogis and inappropriate yoga dudes. It was all good, all peaceful, and kind of fun to watch.

More than anything, it’s a reminder of how much I want to make room in my life for yoga. I want asana to somehow inform the rhythm of my days the same way food and meals do. Having had the chance to practice with these great teachers, who have given their whole lives to yoga prods me to at least give it five minutes a day—a yoga snack, as it were, when I can’t commit to a full meal.

Even if it’s just a headstand here, a twist there, a mindful wiggle before bed. Yoga’s too good, too rich, not to indulge a little each day.

In fact writing this just inspired me to do a little spiraling at my desk. And because I was feeling anxious about how to close, I did a back bend over my ball/chair. I can already feel the anxiety floating away…