#sorrynotsorry, pet peeves on the yoga mat

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

that’s it, i’m calling BS…

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…

portugal, part 2

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

oh portugal, you so lovely

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

stubborn as a mule. or a yogi.

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.

treat yo’self yoga

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

surrounded by yogi love

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

…i have a way with words

“Rising up into Warrior 2, you want your right foot to be…” where?? How do I normally cue this?!? Come on, come on words, finish your sentence!! “…right there at the end of your leg.” Seriously? Ugggggh. I’ve been speaking English for a good 20+ years – you’d think I’d have a better grasp of the…… Continue reading …i have a way with words

gratitude and growth and learning

You’d think that after three weeks of teaching a class that almost no one shows up to (last week’s head count was two), I’d be a little discouraged. It’d be really really easy for me to go into toxic thought world, and obsess over what I’ve been doing wrong – why aren’t people coming to…… Continue reading gratitude and growth and learning

nobody starts out as an expert

My first experience with yoga, I spent most of the class frustrated and giving the teacher “seriously? seriously??” glares. My second attempt (several years later) left me stiff and with achey muscles for about a week afterward. My third (just a week later this time) was still pretty struggle-y, but I kept at it. Somewhere in…… Continue reading nobody starts out as an expert