Dear Yoga Community, My name is Danni Pomplun. I have been a yoga teacher for almost five years and a student of the practice for about twelve years. When I first started the practice, it was all about the physical benefits for me. I heard what the teachers chatted...

Have I ever mentioned that I want to write a book? No seriously, I do. A student of mine heard my story about growing up and my yoga journey and was convinced that I had to tell this story to others (this happen to be the same student that told me I should quit my bar...

Over the past few weeks, I have been doing one thing or another for The One Love Movement event happening here in SF (If you haven't heard about it look it up HERE: we’re raising money for underserved youth). Some of my doing involved being interviewed for Spark blog...

I’m about to get really honest and say “INJURIES SUCK!”. I was at a point in my practice where my handstands were on point, my balance was great, and I felt more stable than ever. Then, all of a sudden, here comes a major shoulder injury. It’s tough when you have a...

It’s been almost seven days since I last taught a yoga class. Sometimes even being gone for a week I have to get my bearings straight. I walked into my normally scheduled Monday routine of teaching class and I couldn't have been happier.  Six years ago I never thought...

Sometimes being a badass is a hard thing to do.  You have to own your shit and walk with it, get a bad rap for being honest, and people are gonna dislike you because you own your actions, but none of that should stop you from doing you. We all have our own ways of...

As a yoga teacher, you would think that I was more at ease most moments. I'll be the first to tell you that’s not true at all. I, like most people have a great deal of anxiety about many different things in life. There’s small things that could set me off and get my...

I quit my job... Yup: I decided to stop the bartending shenanigans and start teaching more yoga.  Although at this very moment I’m beyond scared and have no idea what’s going to happen (when do we ever, really?), I still have this compelling energy to do more. Someone...

Growing up is a trap! I repeat: GROWING UP IS A TRAP! I don’t know about you, but when I was a kid, I would dance to the beat of my own drum or any beat at all.  Half the time, I was pantsless doing it.  I’m not sure when it happened, but at some point, I started...