On a cliff at dawn in minda loz, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with minda loz,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “minda loz, minda loz, minda loz!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “minda loz” bliss.