We traded the yoga ashram for the side of a mountain, and let's just say the gods have a very interesting sense of direction.

Two weeks into our Yoga Teacher Training, and we’ve officially reached that "breaking point" where the breaking actually starts to feel like a breakthrough. But before we could get too comfortable in our new routine, we made an exceptional decision to follow the call of the mountains.

We wound our way deep into the Himalayas to witness the Maha Shivaratri festival, and it was nothing short of a sensory takeover. We found ourselves in tiny, tucked-away local villages and ancient Hindu temples, surrounded by the thick scent of incense and the hypnotic vibration of chanting and prayers. It felt less like a tourist trip and more like a pilgrimage into the soul of I ...