The Night Go OM Yourself Was Born

"Aside from yoga, I also have a passion for style and shopping. I keep a casual yet edgy look. Anything rock and roll, or against the grain blows my skirt up. So, remaining true to my thug-like style parameters became almost impossible when I decided I wanted to identify myself as part of the yoga culture."

 

Rock-and-roll yogi soul on a mission...

After nine years of practicing yoga, I decided to go “thug” and get my 200-Hour Yoga Teacher Certification. It was an awesome journey, and still is, as in yoga the discoveries are daily (for me). Through my training, I studied the Eight Limbs of Yoga and the seven chakras. I learned how to structure a class, and how to apply themes to a series of asanas to construct a fluid and meaningful vinyasa.

One day I was putting together a sequence that focused around the throat chakra. On a whim, I decided to seek out different mudras that would stimulate the chakra center to give the flow a little flavor. At the time, I had no idea that the mudras themselves ar a vast and powerful discipline under the yogic umbrella of philosophies.

I was instantly FASCINATED by their beauty and metaphysical capabilities. I began playing around with my favorites and decided I was a total mudra gangster. I threw down my mudra affiliation in my yoga practice, around the house, and sometimes behind the wheel (sending out the love OG style). Before long, I was inspired by the medicinal uses of the mudra by the Hindus, and the meditative approaches of the Buddhists. I knew I needed to share my new-found mudra practice in a bigger way...but wasn't sure how.

Aside from yoga, I also have a passion for style and shopping. I keep a casual yet edgy look. Anything rock and roll, or against the grain blows my skirt up. So, remaining true to my thug-like style parameters became almost impossible when I decided I wanted to identify myself as part of the yoga culture. The struggle was real, and the yoga-inspired t-shirt market had failed me. I love the incantation of the OM and respect the symbol, but I needed a little more edge served with my OM symbol. And while dream catchers and breezy inspirations are great, they lacked the grit that identifies me.

  I continued to search for just one shirt that would brand ME TOO as a seeker, a yogi...a real practitioner of wellness. I wanted to identify, to be a part of, but my efforts came with no avail. One night in the wee hours, I attempted yet another Google search for the perfect yoga graphic tee that spoke to me. But once again, it turned out to be a time suck. It seemed like all that was out there were different variations of the same OM- symbolled shirt. I was over it, and with much frustration I slammed my laptop shut and muttered, "Go Om Yourself!" The rest is history.