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Welcome to the Telluride Yoga Center
Telluride, Colorado

The Telluride Yoga Center, located in the majestic San Juan
mountains of Southwest Colorado, provides a sanctuary
for yoga and other spiritual practices. We offer a variety
of classes led by talented instructors and host workshops
with internationally respected teachers throughout the year.

We invite you to practice amidst Telluride’s inspiring landscape.

Namaste.

The Telluride Yoga Center is open seven days per week.

Upcoming Events

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NOVEMBER NEWS...

Don't miss a thing at TYC!
Here's the latest~


October 30 - November

 

YOGIC SKI CONDITIONING -

M•W•F   9:00am-10:00am

Hey Skiers, Snowboarders and Snow LOVERS alike- This is a four week series taught by three amazing teachers.
Join Cassandra Davis, Jessica Fertig and Kristin Taylor for this awesome series to buff up your stealth and strength for ski season.
ONLY 4 WEEKS AWAY to slide in style.
Get 12 classes for the price of 10 and commit to YOU!
 


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 November. 17th-19th:
The Truth of YOGA
A Weekend Workshop with Nancy Stechert- Iyengar Senior Teacher

Join Senior Iyengar Teacher at Telluride Yoga Center for a very special weekend of in-depth study coming in November!


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Featured Writers

For an interesting read, check out co-owner Kristin Taylor's spring blog about her experience with pancha karma, the ayurvedic deep tissue rejuvenation cleanse in Coimbatore, India last spring as well as her travels in India and Bali.

Mysore, India

Living in Wonder:

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.

When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”
Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte

Find Us in Town

The Telluride Yoga Center is located on the corner of Fir and Main St. (W. Colo. Ave). You will see a historic red stone building which is the Nugget Building. Enter the double doors next to the Sunglass Headquarters. We are on the second floor at the top of the steps. Please leave your shoes neatly lined outside the studio and please come in!

The Nugget Building

The Nugget Building

201 West Colorado Ave, Suite 200
Second floor of the historic Nugget Building

 

Our partners

TYC is a proud associate with the following local festivals:

Looking for other things to do while you are visiting?

Check out telluride.net