Donna De Lory

Donna De Lory – He Ma Durga

It is not often that music affects me, but here is a long time favorite piece that Tanya has played while teaching her yoga classes that has affected me. It is pretty much one of the only 2 pieces of Yoga music that I listen to outside of my Halestorm, AC/DC and some Disturbed. Her style mixes the traditional Sanskrit words and traditional yogic music with a modern beat and English lyrics. That song is He Ma Durga by Donna De Lory:

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The First Three Weeks Since Tanya and Uliana are in Belarus

I am writing this post during my fourth week alone, drugs and my first week back to work, so this will be all from memory, and not completely correct, but it will be close enough for government work. I was planning on doing a week by week post, since I expected to be really busy, […]

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Looking for a Part-Time Certified Yoga Teacher for our Baraboo Classes

We are looking for a Certified Yoga Teacher to teach Tanya’s Baraboo classes for 2-4 months starting May – June’ish as she prepares to give birth to our daughter. If you know of someone who may be interested and potentially qualified, please let us know, or feel free send then over to us. We are […]

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Progress Towards Our Own Yoga Studio…

We have been quite busy here working towards setting up our own Yoga Studio. There is so much to do and so little time. The following is our progress report: Business name selected Its All about You Business Cards Ordered Domain Purchased and site being worked on: www.ItsAllAboutYou-Studio.com LLC’s arranged for. Hopefully, prothesis I will […]

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Yoga Studio Update

Obama GOOD! McCain BAD! If you care about civil rights here is another reason to “Vote for Obama“: Ultra-conservative Puritanical Religionist Republicans of Dooooom! Civil Rights has a history, allergy (especially under Bush politics) of suffering and being violated horribly under a Republican regime – I am talking to you Patriot Act, to which the […]

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