Dana Sofia Yoga May 2026

The teacher, Dana Sofia, was wiping down a mat. She paused and looked up. Her eyes held a familiar exhaustion, a ghost of the student’s own former life.

“Downward Dog isn’t a shape,” Dana Sofia would say, walking between the mats. “It’s the moment a storm cloud realizes it’s also made of starlight. Press into the earth, and let your heart rise.” dana sofia yoga

One evening, after a class focused on heart-opening backbends, the student lingered. The studio was empty except for the two Danas. The teacher, Dana Sofia, was wiping down a mat