About Us


I was lucky enough to first be introduced to yoga at Kripalu Center in Massachusetts in the mid 80's thanks to my sister Elena. Yogi Amrit Desai, or then Gurudev, still made impromptu appearances for spontaneous darshan at 5:30 am. The invitation to allow and not wrestle with "what is" struck a chord deeply in my heart that was so torn and tormented by self-loathing and despair. I am so grateful for my teachers--those that knowingly or unknowingly guided me home. I think I can truly say that yoga saved my life. Although the process of unfolding was often extremely painful, I knew then that this was my life's calling. Now, many years later, I see very clearly how my practice of art and my practice of yoga are not separate. I always felt it was and is my work in this world to hold dear what lives in the dark and to give voice, expression and tender care to the injured, denied, rejected and broken aspects of life. Working as attentively and lovingly as possible with these aspects - whether in matter as a sculptor or with human beings as a yoga and meditation teacher is my deepest heart's longing.


In 1966 Gary met his first meditation teacher at college. He met his first yoga teacher, now his wife, Nöle Giulini, in 1997. It was a very natural and joyful thing to begin doing physical movement, or asana, from a place of meditative awareness. He taught meditation and past life regressions at the Edgar Cayce Association for Research and Enlightenment in Virginia Beach, Virginia and led groups in awakened dreaming. He studied Mahayana Buddhism for six years. In 1973 he graduated from the Iowa City Poetry Workshop. He’s published two books of poetry, Fresh Horses and Bristol Bay & Other Poems and a third book, Snake, is under contract with Red Hen Press and due out in the Fall of 2013. “All aspects of being alive in the world inform my Yoga. The ongoing 45 year meditation practice, the art of poetry and consequent ways of seeing connections between things, the years of working with my hands, the walks along the beach with my little dog, all my wonderful friends and teachers, the way winter sneaks up on you every year—these are the headwaters from which my practice and teachings flow. I’m deeply and absolutely filled with love and gratitude for the amazing time I’m given in this body—the explorations are infinite, the journey shamanic and my yoga is a way to live in the dream as it’s being dreamed.