I completed my first yoga teacher training in September, 2000, at Ghost Rach, New Mexico. This was an intensive training,...
This holiday season, the words I kept repeating to myself were “good enough.” Good enough, as in, who needs perfect? I recently read Big Magic, by Elizabeth Gilbert, about living a creative life. In one section, she writes about her creative process
February, 2023 “The heart opens. The heart closes. This is the systole and diastole of human life. We may...
March 2023 Yoga is a practice of embodiment. Which makes perfect sense to most of us when much of our...
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?
December, 2022 “Doing those deeply unfashionable things – slowing down, letting your spare time expand, getting enough sleep, resting –...
Beautiful views and lush gardens framed our summer Harmony Hill Retreat – join me for our fall retreat – learn...
"These yoga classes are instant reminders that the only constant in life is change! I cherish each class and the students who allow me to spend time with them."
THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING AND SHARING In this third year of pandemic life, I just want to take a...
Some people are surprised when they hear that I identify as an introvert. They are usually people who know me...
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.
We don’t really say we “do” yoga, or “do” meditation. Instead, we say we practice yoga or meditation, or we...
