I just wrapped up a Yoga for Trauma Recovery training program this weekend with Joanne Varney and Rebecca Tayebi at Breathe Together Yoga. Going into the training, I thought it would be interesting to see how teachers are using yoga techniques to address modern-day trauma induced by a myriad of causes ranging from small traffic … Continue reading Got Some Issues in My Tissues
After years of intensive training and teaching of yoga asana, pranayama and meditation, my practice has shifted this summer to one off the mat. It has instead turned to the relationships of my life, returning me to the first step of yoga—the yamas (restraints for proper conduct)—and its first principle, ahimsa, or kindness.
I'm striking out into the wild unknown again. May has been a month of adventure and preparation for this summer's longer maiden voyage throughout the West. Starting tomorrow, I am stepping into a new stage of life, in order to take in this most stunning part of the country that has only come in bits … Continue reading Learning to Fly
What happens when student and teacher clash in class? Well, it's a learning lesson, right? Read on for more stories from the yoga classroom.
Today is a rare culmination of events that has a similar occurrence in astrology known as a Grand Trine. It is simultaneously International Yoga Day, the start of National Prayer Days to Protect Native American Sacred Places and the Summer Solstice. The Grand Trine is a planetary pattern where the placement of three planets form … Continue reading The Grand Trine of Harmony
Why our National Parks are so important in light of Hawai'i's latest eruption.
Today I’m flying low and I’m not saying a word I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep. The world goes on as it must, the bees in the garden rumbling a little, the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten. And so forth. But I’m taking the day off. Quiet as a feather. I hardly … Continue reading Flying Low to Rise High
As the nights get longer, we are gifted the stillness needed for deep soul searching.
There are transitional times in life that mark small or large deaths, both literal and figurative. How do we mourn these changes and allow this process to heal the heart?
When the dog days of summer are not only an expression, but a reality of potty training, playtime and a stab at unconditional love.
