I'm Trella, Intuitive Healer. Old school say: a mystic revealer.

Help my clients flip the light switch. Take the next step, big beliefs ditch.

"My PTSD is finally calm!" "OMG can deal with call from my mom!"

But sad, I'm broken, wounded healer. Blind for self, for others, a seer.

There for another, but now I need her. No excuses, I'm gonna be my own cheerleader.

Mind plus body: equals inner wealth. Time to bend over backwards, for myself.

Creating a winner without competition? Standing up strong, no residual submission?

Still be compassionate but take no crap? Answer: Hot Yoga is where it's at.

Like NASA astronauts, they got the right stuff. Their working clothes are bikinis, you know that's tough.

"Namaste, Asana, Vegan, Paleo!" Can you guess, what they say, mystery, who knows.

They take, double shot wheatgrass and beets. They say, "Stiffens the resolve, if you know I mean."

Hot bods, shoeless, catwalk, struts. Flexible, strength, and nice, butts.

Kaleidoscope personalities, of every hue. Each unique journeys, inspirational tattoos.

I wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, a real yoga badass.
I wanna move, wanna walk, wanna strut, head up with inner class.
I wanna see, wanna see, wanna see, yogini with some sass.
I wanna peel, wanna heal, wanna feel, shameless as sun and grass.

Sign me up, get a mat, 60-day challenge. For health and mind – a sobriety b-inge.

Doors are locked, be on time, 20 things in my duffle. Like a hobo running for the train: do ‘Hot Yoga Shuffle'.

The blast from the furnace: it's a torture chamber. Dante's Inferno, didn't have this hot danger.

Teacher's words my body, and so it begins. 26 postures and degrees: 110.

She says, "Put your forehead on your toes!" "Fold up, Japanese, Ham, San, do!"

"If you're doing it right, your back will be in pain." Am I hearing this right? This dialog's insane!

The instructors all just loooove, this Linda and Tom. They only point me out, when I'm doing it wrong.

"Humble to respect, your foundation please." "You can mess with the gods, but not with your knees."

"So, lock your knees, lock your knees, lock your kneeeeeeeeees!" Witch they're so locked I threw away the keys!

I take a breath, stare deep into my neighbor's eyes. I looked left, not right, they freak out – oops, surprise.

Neighbor to my right: sweat puddle like Loch Ness. Lady's toes, inch from my nose, pedi is a mess.

Sweat in my eyes, so many times, I swore: "Give you 50 dollars if you open that door!"

Sweat a dripping, sneaking sipping, mental tripping, energy dipping,
Legs are shaking, balance quaking, muscles aching, ego breaking,
Glasses fogged, throat unclogged, memories, memories, memories, joooooooogged.

My body's not here for your demon release. My body's my pal, and wind beneath my wings.

Realized I'm not bad, wrong, or duuuumb. Just raised, conditioned by a couple of thugs.

In the mirror there's pride, credit my spiritual race. I have found my own tribe; I have earned my own place.

I can say I passed the test in 60 days' time. And so, ribbon broke, crossed the mental finish line.

It's finally safe for inner bloom to outer show. Shiva Thank you, may the yoga message grow.

I wanna be, wanna be, wanna be a real yoga badass: I AM.