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Out on a Limb, Sunday, March 30, with Founder of Laguna Beach Laughter Yoga Club Jeffrey Briar

Imagine the whole world laughing...or learning to laugh a little more. Find out the secret when you listen to Jeffrey Briar, founder of Laguna Beach Laughter Yoga Club, in conversation with me today on Out on a Limb. Here is a link to this latest episode of the Out on a Limb podcast. It will make your diaphragm feel jolly. Promise.

http://kx.onelaguna.com/podcasts

Experience laughter yoga for yourself by attending class with Jeffrey and his fellow mirth-making yogis in Laguna Beach, on the beach below Heisler Park, Sunday through Friday at 8 a.m. or Saturday at 10 a.m.

Follow this link to his website and share the ananda, the bliss:

http://lyinstitute.org/

Time moved too quickly today for the following announcements of upcoming yoga happenings.

Sangita Yoga: The yoga of music
Open House, Saturday, April 12, 4 p.m. to 7 p.m.
Back Bay Center
2675 Irvine Avenue, Suite 100
Costa Mesa, CA  92727


Enjoy a live presentation of the sacred music of India with Naren K. Schreiner, founder and director of Sangita Yoga as he brings his teachings to Costa Mesa. Share conversation, Indian tea and appetizers.

e-mail:  info@sangitayoga.com
http://www.sangitayoga.com/

Pacific Ashtanga Yoga Shala
34207 Pacific Coast Highway, 2nd floor
Dana Point, CA


Puja* to honor opening of new shala, Sunday, April 6 at 8 a.m. Led primary series to follow at 8:30 a.m. (*A puja is a prayer ritual to honor one or more Hindu deities--the Buddhists hold pujas as well--or to spiritually celebrate an event.)

  http://www.pacificashtanga.com/

You and the Mat
Laguna Design Center
23811 Aliso Creek Road
Laguna Niguel, CA

Join master yoga teacher Kathryn Budig in her Aim True workshop, May 2-4.

  http://www.youandthemat.com/

Ashtanga Yoga Confluence
May 8-11
San Diego Marriott Marquis & Marina

Registration Now Open.
 http://ashtangayogaconfluence.com/

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