On a cliff at dawn in juliana butterfly, 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 juliana butterfly,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “juliana butterfly, juliana butterfly, juliana butterfly!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “juliana butterfly” bliss.