I think this is my favorite photo from our July trip out west, and I’ve been mulling over what to write about it ever since we got back. For me it has some perfection and yet some contradiction. The pose I’m taking there is called Garland pose, or Malasana. Some yoga traditions have called it frog pose, or yogi squat. Two out of those three line up right, for me: I’m in my mother’s garden, where flowers (i.e. what tends to go into garlands) and frogs are plentiful.
On the other hand, “squatting” in a place of such beauty, and one that is tended by my mom is what seems a little impolite, but at least I’m smiling there, if not laughing. Continue reading “Sacral chakra work in Oregon”
My mom took this photo! I am so proud of her, her talents, and her care. We were very lucky to take a trip to Maine together, this spring, where she took this photo. In most of the yoga classes I teach, there is a point early in the class when I invite people to set a devotion or intention for the class. For the … Continue reading Bursting
“Come and flow. Powerfully lift your heart, and let go. Yoga is tonight!” read my text tease, for the yoga class. What speaks to love, more than a box of rose-petal covered champagne truffles? A heart-lifting (opening) yoga practice can. Luck may have aligned this particular asana sequence with my 7pm class on Valentine’s Day 2011. It was a sequence full of heart-opening asana (poses), … Continue reading By teaspoon
“Remember that wherever your heart is, there you will find your treasure. You’ve got to find the treasure, so that everything you have learned along the way can make sense.” -Paulo Coelho, from The Alchemist The above quote is the golden nugget of yesterday evening’s yoga class. It wasn’t new, but it was timely. Thank you, Miz Laura B. Continue reading Your treasure
So, I’ve been gaga for yoga for coming up an 6 months now, although I’ve been practicing yoga for many years. My teacher-training stint really upped the intensity on my practice and it’s made me more aware of some surprising things. One of my more surprising and seemingly silly observations: I have newfound love and compassion for my toes. This is manifest in the following: … Continue reading I love ’em