THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING AND SHARING In this third year of pandemic life, I just want to take a...
A couple of weeks ago, I posed the question in our recent newsletter: Why is Source Yoga your Yoga Home? I had some wonderful responses, and I wanted to publish a couple of them here, from two students who call Source their Yoga Home.
With some sadness, I let you all know recently about my decision to close our University Place studio location. The end of this year will be the end of an era – the completion of 10 heart-felt years at our UP studio. It is a bittersweet goodbye, but one I...
Normally, I’d be all about the homework. I am one of those people who’s ridiculously happy to be a lifelong student. I have 2 grad school degrees, for goodness’ sake. I miss taking classes besides yoga. But I have to admit that the MBSR homework is a struggle.
April 2022 Welcome spring! The days this week have had such welcome pockets of sun and warmth, so inviting after...
This time of year is always funny – It’s balmy and spring like one day, cold and blustery the next (or even within the same day)! But warmer days are coming – just around the corner. Spring is such a welcome time of year that begs for us to get...
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?
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.
I have a confession to make. I don’t love Savasana. I know. Shocking. I think it’s the whole idea that I am “supposed to” let go. Sit in meditation and watch my thoughts arise, linger, and pass through? Sure. But lie there at the end of a yoga practice and...
May, 2023 As a yoga instructor who has been teaching since I was 25, and who prefers a slow and gentle...
The longer I teach and practice yoga, the gentler my teaching and practice become. I tell my yoga friends, “pretty...
September, 2022 Dear friends, I was talking on the phone with a friend the other day, and after a couple of minutes, I heard the wail of her young child. The upset was that her kiddo didn’t want to stop playing outside and it was time to come in. I remember those...