Late afternoon on Sunday my husband and I took a walk to the beach. The wind was a little brisk, especially when we were near the water and the waves were huge and crashing. At the end of our walk we turned to walk up the beach path to go home. We both stopped and . . . → Read More: That Same Beach Path
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….mid-life, that is. Your grade school years seem to last forever. Every birthday between five and ten years of age seems to take 730 days to reach. The years between ten and sixteen move a bit faster toward that ever so coveted driver’s license. Seventeen through twenty five starts to flash by, hitting a few . . . → Read More: Crisis! Today one of my favorite yoga teachers suddenly rose from the black lagoon she’d been hiding in. When she first started teaching at our studio over a year ago, fresh from training, I found her difficult. Difficult at first because she was unsure of her dialogue. She’d forget it half way through the pose and . . . → Read More: Never Pushed Beyond How I love when my yoga talks to me. Everyday during the first set of back bend, when I “fall back, waaay back” I get that pixeling dizziness. During the second back bend, no problem. Obviously it has something due with the amount of oxygen I don’t get in that first set. The two sets . . . → Read More: My Yoga Talks To Me This morning, waking up, I was just pulling myself out that dream state, visions of dark chocolate were just leaving my mind, (I don’t have a clue why I was dreaming about dark chocolate) and from what seemed like far away, someone was yelling “You have no idea what strength you have until you give . . . → Read More: You Have No Idea Yesterday I wrote about negotiating “the last stretch” both in and out of the yoga studio. I wrote about wanting to lie down just before the finish line, and curl up against the wall with my water and towel. A friend of mine, a very wise and perceptive friend, left a comment on yesterday’s blog. . . . → Read More: Comfort Only Goes So Far Every yoga class is a long, hard, 90 minute journey. I start out vigorous, strong and ready to dig in. By the fifth pose I’m reaffirming my grit. After battling breathing, dizziness, balancing, heat, and sweat, I begin to settle in and get down to business. The rest of the standing series passes productively. The . . . → Read More: The Last Stretch Life really is like a butterfly. The harder you try to catch anything or do anything in life, the more elusive it becomes. Whereas if you turn your attention to the many areas that make up your life, giving each it’s due focus, that butterfly will come and land softly on your shoulder – and . . . → Read More: Life Is Like A Butterfly Resetting the Compass, the Final Day – Day 31 How fitting that on the final day of my compass resetting, Victoria Azarenka, who just this week became the number one tennis player in the world, was on Ellen. I had just written the title of today’s piece when I was drawn to the interview going . . . → Read More: Finding That Power Within Resetting the Compass – Day 27 On the Boston news this morning there was a report on a publication coming out that touted yoga as being very dangerous. There is also a book coming out soon that discusses the dangers and rewards of yoga. A few months ago at a blog meeting, someone at the . . . → Read More: Yoga Maims and Kills |
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