All this buzz about yoga wrecking bodies … geesh. I feel the same annoyance I felt when McDonald’s had to start labeling their coffee as hot. Yes, McDonald’s coffee is hot. In fact, most coffee is hot, unless you order it otherwise. And that’s why you don’t gulp it down – lest it scald the back of your throat. And… Read more →
i had a real *oh shit* moment this week. a student doing her yoga teacher training called me. she’s doing a project on the 8 limbs of yoga and asked if i could talk to her about the 8th and final limb. samadhi. like on camera. as if i even know what that is. or experienced it. i wanted to… Read more →
i’ve had this interview on the backburner. it came on the heels of criticism a yoga friend fielded after trademarking her name, and shared with me. understand, she is no bikram – yet the style she offers is unique and her own brainchild. i applaud her innovation and ingenuity. unfortunately, not everyone does … yet now seems the perfect time… Read more →
Today I decided to do something rare (for me) … look ahead. I wanted to see what third series in Ashtanga looks like. (and not because I’m close). Amidst some admittedly confounding postures, I was stunned relieved to find many I’m pretty familiar with: warrior III, dancer (admittedly, the hard versions) and a bunch of arm balances I can usually… Read more →
New moms can be so cruel. My friend video taped her little girl reaching for her favorite toy … one she had placed strategically (and cruelly) well outside her tiny tot’s reach. I hear my friend delightfully chirping away in the background stuff like, “You can do it” and “That’s it, pull hard … push with your foot” – all… Read more →
Maybe that’s because Ashtanga yoga can be rather demanding, frustrating, and even painful at times. In the beginning, it was only boredom I had to overcome. I’d spice it up by dropping into various other styles. But honestly, even those would lose their excitement because anything that becomes familiar can be considered ordinary and routine … turns out, routine was… Read more →
i don’t work well with clutter. i get distracted, overwhelmed, and forget what’s really important. a constant barrage of emails, infinite to-do lists, chores, and as douglas adams so aptly says, “the sound of deadlines whooshing by.“ some of it’s important, but much of it is not. yet, something akin to a hostile takeover, it threatens what truly IS meaningful… Read more →
Just so we’re clear, I’m not one of “them.” You know … the criers. That is, not on my mat. Or in public, really. No need to. I take pride in keeping steady and strong in my practice and in life. Provided no curve balls, I stay well within my comfort and control. But this weekend almost changed that… Read more →
“You’re really close,” he assured me. Sure don’t feel close, I thought. The “he” in my story is my teacher. He thinks I am strong enough to press into my handstand with the hardly-even-noticeable hop I like to take. I think he’s wrong, but willing to consider … Because maybe he sees something in me I don’t recognize just yet. … Read more →
It seems to me so strange this way, Of wearing a disguise; The ones we wear most every day, Our masks we make with lies. I admit I own more than a few, I wear to hide behind; If you were to see right through, I fear for what you’d find. There are the times I’m really lost, Fear I’ve… Read more →
