Welcome to Yoga with Disha.
I’m Disha, a yoga teacher, writer, voice artist, and lover of art, architecture, travel, and movement. Raised in Toronto by two artistic parents, my journey has taken me through Los Angeles, San Francisco, New Delhi, Bombay, and beyond, shaping how I see creativity, movement, and life.
I’ve taught yoga for over a decade and completed a 500 hour Yoga Teacher Training certified by Yoga Alliance, along with a Certification in Yoga for Wellness from the Morarji Desai National Institute of Yoga.
I love living a slow life and advocate for the importance of movement. Here, I share yoga, handstands, strength, mobility, meditation, creative writing, travel, art, architecture, and everyday life.
My videos offer a glimpse into my everyday life and the thoughts and experiences that shape how I see the world. This is a space for honest conversations about health, growth, wellness, relationships, creativity, and everything in between.
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a logarithmic spiral : ammonite
#fibonnaci
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Nothing is more “pick me” than treating someone else’s suffering like collateral damage for your own acceptance. That’s not indifference. That’s cowardice dressed up as belonging.
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“I don’t know why my mother hated me. She had a sickness that you could not see. But she convinced me that I was sick. And that everything was because of me. And that I’m a monster. She criticized everything. My way of eating. My way of speaking. My way of dressing. Anything that brought me joy—she would deny me. If I defended myself, she would hit me. I was terrified of lunch and dinner because that’s when I had to face her. I spent my entire childhood alone. I just played with my cats in the garden. Or sat on the floor of my bedroom. I’d try so hard to leave my body because I didn’t want to be on earth. And that’s when the spirits and fairies would come to me. Even Mother Mary came to me. I was never afraid of them. They’d comfort me. I remember being seven years old, sitting alone beneath a tree, talking to the fairies. Another little girl walked up and asked what game I was playing. That’s when I realized nobody else could see what I was seeing. And it’s been a very lonely existence since then.”
PARIS, FRANCE
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home is sometimes a piano
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Men who come bearing flowers
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start reading again. bake something you love. pick up a pencil and sketch. learn a few songs on an instrument. journal before bed. go for evening walks. take photos of ordinary days. cook a new recipe. grow a few plants. try knitting or crochet. do puzzles. visit a bookstore. life gets busy but try to make a little room for the things you genuinely enjoy. not everything you do has to be productive, sometimes it can simply make you happy.
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“The most dangerous form of blindness is believing that your perspective is the only reality.”
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