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
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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 “For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline.” II Timothy 1:7 If God didn’t give us a spirit of fear and timidity, then where did I get it? I lived from a place of fear and timidity all my life. I feared and was timid . . . → Read More: Thanks Tim… 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 This past week I’ve learned a thing or two about wisdom. It’s not anything like my perception of it was. I always thought wisdom was knowing what was right in a certain situation and making sure the people involved knew it too. Not in a bad, self-serving, way of course, but always in a loving, . . . → Read More: Wisdom – Less, Not More Valentine’s Day is not just for lovers. It is for love, period. Every one of us has at least one person we love. Most of us have have as many as five people that are not mere acquaintances, or even close friends, but something more. I’m talking about those few people we can count on . . . → Read More: To REALLY Love You know the old adage where the shoemaker’s children are the ones without shoes? I’m certainly a member of this school. Being a teacher for many years, the philosophy of learning that I firmly believed in was spiral teaching – reviewing everything learned for a few seconds each day and gradually adding new concepts to . . . → Read More: “Duh” When you love someone who doesn’t understand love the road is a long, excruciatingly painful one. You think you have two choices – turn and walk away or press on with it. In reality, even though the other option exists, if you really do understand love, you only have one choice. In the words of . . . → Read More: Something About Love |
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