When was the last time you told someone, point-blank, “you’re really terrible at that”, or “wow, your hair looks awful today”? How about the last time another person said something like that to you? I’m thinking, for most people, it’d be a struggle to recall a time that that happened. It’s just not a thing…… Continue reading be gentle with yourself
Dear yoga: I hope that by writing this, today, I don’t sound like the crappy boyfriend who only buys flowers on Valentine’s Day. You know I love you every day, right? If I could, I’d wear lulu’s and “I heart yoga” shirts every day, and run away to some beautiful beach with just my yoga…… Continue reading dear yoga (a love letter on international yoga day)
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