In a new, unassuming studio off of South Lamar reside two earthy yoginis, Nina and Kelly, who howl at the moon with the rest of us. Sure, their yoga classes have their share of bona fides and the lessons are the real deal, but there's no mystical chanting or holier-than-thou esoterica; they welcome sinners like us, who occasionally fall from grace - i.e, you don't need a tight body or to be a pretzel to get those inner-peace goodies. Where else but South Austin?
