The more I teach, the more I wish I could quit my “real job” and be a full-time yogi. I read about girls like Rachel Brathen, who just started out teaching yoga to a few hippies on the beach and is now an internationally famous yogi. She had to start small, too – I’m sure…… Continue reading make it happen
Ah, the Facebook “On This Day” feature. Most days, it’s a reminder of what an embarrassing human I can be – poorly-edited selfies, links to terribly angsty music videos, ridiculous status updates about god knows what. (I always know it’s gonna be cringe-worthy, why do I feel the need to look?!) But this week I…… Continue reading the journey, one year in
So by now you’ve probably picked up on the fact that I’m not exactly the most serene, even-tempered, kumbaya, save-the-whales yogi. More often than I’d like to admit, the “no judgment” rule gets completely thrown out the window. The “no expectations” rule, that one slips too – if things don’t go the way I think…… Continue reading #sorrynotsorry, pet peeves on the yoga mat
Yep. I’m hereby calling bullshit on any of you who say you “can’t do” yoga. Everyone can do yoga. I’m not a gambling girl, but I’m willing to bet you’ve already done at least one yoga pose today, whether you realized it or not. If you break down the poses, you’ll find a lot of…… Continue reading that’s it, i’m calling BS…
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
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.