Think of Yoga, Now Think of a Rave, now DANCE!

Have you ever been or at the very least heard of a yoga rave? Me either, well at not until recently. Lululemon sponsored The Future Sound of Yoga to facilitate a two hour long yoga rave dance party class that was the most exhilarating experience of my life!

Around 150 people tightly packed into a dark room with wood paneled floors, glow sticks around their wrists, glow in the dark face paint, a rainbow of colors of lululemon fast wicking yoga clothes, open minds and hearts and positive attitudes gathered to let their bodies guide them to the music while flowing and dancing.

There was a DJ that played slow beats to our Vinyasa flows and an energy in the room that could have lit up an entire country. Dancing has never felt so good, looked so free and been so uplifting. There was small offered direction and nobody trying to look sexy or choreographed. There were people stomping, wiggling, hippy flowing, booty shaking and jumping with no inhibitions and no alcohol or other illicit drugs in a room full of people they hardly knew.

A sense of freedom, flow, grove and relief filled the room. After this two hour yoga/dance/rave-athon you were left hugging people in gratitude for their openness and presence at the event. You left feeling full of light, bright solar light that felt like the sun was never going to set. You are left bursting through your pores with appreciation and absolute unconditional love for people, music, health and life.

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