Handstands can make some people crazy. We love ‘em … we hate ‘em … we think they represent everything that’s wrong about yoga – and all we crave at the same time. It’s like talking politics in DC where one person’s answer is another’s crux to the problem. Yet in Ashtanga, it’s a whole lot more complicated. In fact, they… Read more →
Life is about relationships … or to me, it is. I recently traveled to practice yoga with a teacher that I love. The trip was about more than yoga. It was a break from my stressful job, demanding family and the chill of winter. In other words – perfect. I got to the end of my first practice and began a… Read more →
It’s not hard to read messages the universe sends. Because it replays and replays the memo like a nagging parent you try to tune out … but can’t. In my case, my lesson came in a series of 3: a fire, a plane ride, and a yoga class – all of which I would describe as near death experiences. Let’s… 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 →
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 →
