All yogis are vegetarian, everyone knows that. Well…no, not exactly. As popular a belief as that is, eating meat does nothing to diminish your legitimacy as a “true” yogi. On some level, I can understand where the assumption comes from. A lot of yogis do choose the veggie life.…… Continue reading “but you can’t eat meat, you’re a yogi…”
ommmmmmm Greetings. Shalom. Namaste. Did I mention I became a meditation master while I was away, and am now officially zen as eff? …if I did, I was lying, because I’m still fairly useless at shutting off my brain for a time out. But – I did learn that meditation is not just sitting still on…… Continue reading portugal, part 2
Heads up to any superstitious, woo-woo, hippie-type people who decide to tuck a moonstone in their pocket for good luck while traveling: you’re gonna beep when you go through the airport security scanner. And the security girl is gonna look at you reeeeally weirdly when you’re like “oh, no worries, it’s just my moonstone healing…… Continue reading oh portugal, you so lovely
Brains are so weird. If you were to ask me post-yoga class what I spent the last five/ten minutes thinking about, I would have absolutely no idea. I could guarantee however, that my mind was anything but the serene, blissful abyss it’s “supposed” to be during savasana. Yup – another bad yogi confession: I am…… Continue reading hey brain, quiet down a little!
I’ve always said my stubbornness is both my best and my worst trait. Just about anything I’ve accomplished in this lifetime, it’s because I’ve been too stubborn to admit defeat. A prime example? The morning before I did the test for my driver’s licence I was practicing parallel parking, in tears of frustration, when my instructor…… Continue reading stubborn as a mule. or a yogi.
The golden rules of yoga: No judgment, no expectations for yourself or for your practice, and no competition. So…wanna remember that “no judgment” part when I admit I’m guilty of breaking those rules occasionally myself? I caught myself in the act not too long ago at a yoga class I dropped in to. Mid vinyasa,…… Continue reading #yogastrong
So. I may have had a little unicorn-frappeccino-induced-rage on Facebook last week. I’m sure you’ve seen the stuff going around denouncing Starbuck’s latest concoction. The way people are getting on, you’d think it was chock-full of cocaine and battery acid. Guys, it’s just sugar – calm down. Yes, it may be a lot of sugar,…… Continue reading just STOP with the diet talk already, please!
You know that warm fuzzy feeling you get from baking a big batch of chocolate chip cookies, putting them in a nice tin with a sweet note, and gifting them to a friend? Totally different from the kind of happy you get from treating yourself to a perfect piece of your favorite chocolate cake, right? That’s…… Continue reading treat yo’self yoga
The first time I went to a larger, community-event type yoga class, I was hooked. I can remember looking around and being surrounded by bright stretchy fabrics, rows upon rows of yoga mats, and friendly yogi faces, and thinking “yes. these are my people.” That feeling of belonging, and of having that common bond, is…… Continue reading surrounded by yogi love
Some days I really, really don’t want to go to yoga class. I know. Me. Emily. The yoga junkie who goes around saying yoga fixes everything. I’ve already told you I’m not a perfect yogi. I do actually believe yoga can fix about 97% of everything, but still, some days it is a serious struggle to…… Continue reading believe it or not…