As I write this at the dining room table, I’m also simultaneously homeschooling my children, organizing my grocery list for the next 2-4 weeks and trying to keep our home front running smoothly for everyone quarantining in our 1400 sq ft home. And, really just trying to hold it together during this uncertain time. Anyone else?
As a yogini, I have wanted to stay connected to my own practice and as a teacher to offer that out to others to stay connected to theirs. I hear about some having more space and time to practice and meditate and pause. As a mother and a householder I feel the pause in different ways. We are all together all the time. All the time. Did I mention all the time? We have...
Now, we find ourselves being mandated to shelter in place for the entire month of April, which is yet another four weeks. What about May and June? And beyond?
I struggle to make sense of this shutdown, the distance, the enormity of the worldwide quarantine and the impact. How are you coping? I waffle back and forth: part of me wondering if I should just sit and watch movies with the boys, have wine and temporarily forget, and/or stress and wallow. Or, get up and move and get into nature, presence myself to what I can do, enjoy having quality time with the boys and open myself to the opportunities that are
being offered in this new situation.
Zoom school starts soon for us. The entire yoga industry has gone online. Loc...
This is starting to feel like a thing. Fires tore through our foothills and burned thousands of acres again two nights ago. Again. A few blocks from the evacuation line, we packed our bags and were ready to go on a moments notice. Again. Others were evacuated immediately, and thankfully, to my knowledge no humans were hurt here this time. At least so far.
Last night the fear of debris flow hit. Again. The roots of trees, bushes and plants no longer on the hillside and massive amounts of rain headed our way for the first time in 9 months. So, just in case we didn’t get the message before (and so many other times), now, there’s another strong one headed our way. Mother Nature is...
A student, teacher and friend of mine reflected back to me recently that he thought I was not afraid to fail.
That reflection kind of stopped me in my tracks. I’ve been thinking about that a lot recently. Rolling it over and over in my mind. Am I afraid to fail? Yes. No. Maybe. Yes, of course I am sometimes. Who’s not afraid to fail? No, there’s just a particular path I’m on and that’s the general direction I’m journeying. And, well, maybe both. The tinge of possible failure arises and recedes as I remember what I’m really called to do and I sometimes experience the waffle back and forth between the two.
When you consider the opposite of failure is success. Accomplishing. Achieving. Winning. Very destination oriented and bl...
Smooth water, then in rolls a tsunami. Happiness, curiosity, gratitude, excitement, love, contentment. And, then in washes sadness, anger, loneliness, jealousy, self-criticism, fear, or rejection. Almost as if from a different part of the greater ocean.
Can we sit with that? Like we can sit with the smoother waters?
I’ve found that the journey between these emotions can be as short as a few breaths or as long as we want to make them. The way our breath and the full light of our consciousness can help us through challenging times shows up in our willingness to be with what we feel. It’s less about changing our feelings and more about our willingness to let them be exactly as they are. One of our greatest assets along this jo...
Today, I heard someone suggest we should separate from our day. To separate from our to-do list. For a few minutes to partition the aspects we wanted. That we prefer. And, I get it. Our days are busy. Our to-do lists are full, fast and anxiety-producing. How are you? Busy. How are you? Busy. Don’t we all just want to separate?
Yoga means to yoke. To bring together. To bring all the pieces of our lives in. All of them. Not to separate from the pieces of ourselves, but to draw them in. Connection. Like water molecules collecting up with other water molecules. We are made up of more than 70% water, and were born with this inherent desire to be attracted to the different aspects of ourselves.
To step away from the responsibilities and complications of our every day living and breathe into another part of our lives can bring with it that much needed ahhhhhh, comfort, and, often enough, discomfort too.
We are used to a full and fast-paced this is often overwhelming.
Recently, I left my day-to-day life to travel to India for 3 weeks. Upon pulling in after traveling for 2 days, I stopped to check in at the front desk of my resort – at 3 am local time – anxious to get to bed and rest. And what did I find? I was greeted with a necklace of local flowers and a coconut and asked to sit and relax for a moment. I could see there were a few others that had just arrived as well, in front of me. C’mon C’mon C’mon, What’s takin...
Why are we here? What is this life for? Where do we come from? Where do we return to? How can we live fully and deeply? How can I make sense of this life journey? For almost 20 years Yoga has been this practice for me, and this is one of the many reasons I wanted to come to the birthplace of this practice: INDIA.
This practice is not fancy asana photos in faraway places. Its not wearing the newest yoga trend. It’s not something that takes place on Instagram. It’s not something that someone else has that we can get.
Yoga is considered ‘a practice’. Not ‘a perfect’. Yoga is the practice of union. To yoke. To bring together. To quiet and clarify long enough to feel the tipping points that pull us in either dire...
whole·ness /ˈhōlnəs/ noun
1. the state of forming a complete and harmonious whole; unity.
2. the state of being unbroken or undamaged.
What is it to be whole? To feel whole. To be in harmony. To sync our awareness to where our bodies actually are in space and time. To feel a sense of enoughness with what we already have, with what our bodies are currently offering, with our circumstances and lives exactly as they are. To feel our full body rather than breaking apart its separate pieces. To call up all of the scattered pieces of ourselves into one. To accept even the darkest bits that we’ve thrown far from ourselves.
Eleanor Roosevelt said the past is history the future is a mystery and the present moment is a gift. Clear as...
I’ve somehow recently been catapulted into ‘The Years are Short’ part of this phrase. For 10 years I feel like I’ve been living in the ‘The Days are Long’ part. And, I’m reminded again, how my children are possibly the greatest teachers I’ve ever had.
When my son turned 10 last week, I was stopped in my tracks a few different times with tears of absolute joy, surprising sadness, and deep heart-felt sentimentality.
1-0. 10 years. A whole decade of living. A group of years that often felt long, lonely and hard. Definitely with less sleep than the previous 10. A period of time where I often struggled to find myself within the mix of all that needed to be done. A period of time where I had sunset anxiety because I wasn’t...