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