The longer I teach and practice yoga, the gentler my teaching and practice become. I tell my yoga friends, “pretty...
“It takes boldness, even audacity, to step out of our habitual patterns and experiment with a quality like kindness...
Photo courtesy of Liz Gill Where can you pause? For me, it started in the fall. I had just dropped my kids off at school. I was walking out of the playground, and I had to stop. The clouds were spectacular that chilly fall morning – streaking across the sky...
“When we truly rest in awareness, our experience is spacious and intimate, without defenses. With it arises compassion; we feel...
Over the years, I have had students ask me if we would offer a Yoga Teacher Training at Source Yoga,...
Photo courtesy of Liz Gill “When times are uncertain, difficult, fearful, full of change, they become the perfect place to deepen the practice of awakening.” ‑ Jack Kornfield Well, it’s been a week, hasn’t it? On Wednesday morning, after waking up to the election results, I led a...
It is always a delight to simply observe how babies and small children move their bodies and explore their world. ...
Thank you to our friends at The Birthing Inn, Tacoma’s only free standing birth center, for asking Source Yoga to...
Some people are surprised when they hear that I identify as an introvert. They are usually people who know me only through my yoga teaching, and have seen me, seemingly very comfortable at the front of a room leading a yoga practice. And I am comfortable in the front of...
Rebecca Ray has been a part of the Source Yoga Community since 2006, first as a student, then as a...
I’ve meditated at the pool with my kids, believe it or not. (Don’t worry—they are old enough to swim on their own, around lifeguards.) Several times this summer, I was at the wading pool and sat quietly in the water. Closing my eyes, listening to the water falling around me, the sounds of the water splashing, feeling the sunlight warm on my eyelids. Swaying gently when other kids are running in the water around me. I’ve meditated at the wave pool, and it’s a beautiful image now, the ruffled waves coming into and crashing, the pull of the water as it receded. I’ve even taken time to meditate on the ferry. Those seconds stretch into minutes, the minutes into time without measure.
Only a week later, my inner yoga teacher shows up again; she too, has gone on retreat. She reminds me of the definition of the word mindful, as used by Jon Kabat-Zinn, the originator of MBSR in the West. Mindfulness is about paying attention in a non-judgmental way. I can pay attention mindfully, I like to think. I have a much harder time paying attention without judgment. So my inner yoga teacher says: What if your discomfort isn’t something for you to analyze away? What if you don’t need to do anything about your discomfort? What if you just noticed it?