Yoga anyone — or two?

It started with a happy coincidence: my husband finally had some free time on his hands and I discovered a six-year-old gift certificate lodged in the back of a junk drawer. The certificate was for a private yoga session with Guy Gabriel, one of my favorite LA-area yogis. It was bought back when I thought I had a shot at convincing my husband downward dogs and shivasinas were the greatest things on Earth. This time when I suggested he schedule a session, he didn’t put up a fight. As long as I came along, he’d try it. So here we are…my husband and I doing yoga Guy-style.  Guy’s new big thing is acroyoga, which is much more complicated than what we’re demonstrating here. We’re saving that for the next session.