According to Heraclitus, “the only constant is change.” Call it perpetual motion, flux, evolution, development, metamorphosis; but it is what it is — change. We all know change is inevitable, and yet, we often resist ; straddling the fence … Continue reading
Lately, I’ve been trying to get in touch with my inner child by going back and reading some of my favorite books from childhood. These books are filled with wisdom and divinity that rivals some of the oldest spiritual … Continue reading
In honor of my dad on this Father’s Day, I thought I’d post is favorite poem, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” by Robert Frost.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queer 5
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake. 10
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep, 15
And miles to go before I sleep.
-Your Kid (and Charmed Yogi)
For as long as I’ve lived in Atlanta my respite during times of stress; an over abundance of energy or when I’m feeling introspective, is seated at the water’s edge on the Chattahoochee River. “I come here to sit, and … Continue reading
After about a half a year of introspection mixed with a shift in intention after going through yoga teacher training, I recently decided to unplug and get away from my environment for a few days to just “sit with myself.” As a nation of stimulus addicts, we’re often unaware of how promiscuous we are with our senses in an effort to avoid being with ourselves. Televisions, computers, smartphones, iPads, DVRs have invaded our consciousness within the last decade with such vigor that it has become quite unsettling.
These technological means we use to ‘distract’ ourselves have created a cycle of addiction like caffeine, and we no longer know how to just ‘be.’ We aren’t comfortable in our own company alone. In fact, when we do have everything turned off, we fill the void with an incessant inner monologue that can very quickly spin us up into a state of fear.
So, I got away from the electromagnetic storm of the city, and found myself in a remote town in the north Georgia mountains with no telephone, no television, no stereo. Just quiet and me. Continue reading
If anal retentive recycling were an olympic sport, I would definitely be a top contender for the gold. Even before I discovered yoga, I’d always been very connected to nature and therefore did what I could to reduce waste and … Continue reading
A friend of mine recently posted on her Facebook wall that she was giving herself a “timeout” and I loved it. What a novel concept. I talk a lot about presence and dedication to your yoga practice, but sometimes that means recognizing when you need a break. As Westerners, we are inherently goal oriented. Despite our best efforts, even as yogis, we rarely give ourselves a break. Continue reading
For those of you under the age of 40 (yea, I can say that now), you may not know who Erma Bombeck is. She was a humorist and newspaper columnist from the 1960s through the 1990s. She wrote a column after she found out that she had cancer entitled, “If I Had My Life to Live Over.”
In the piece, she talks about all of the little things that she took for granted that she would embrace if she had to do it over. Two of my favorite lines are, “I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage,” and, “I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.” Well, my children have four legs and fur, but I still love how she articulates “seizing the moment.”
I think about this piece very often when I catch myself becoming overly concerned about the superficial at the expense of the deeply meaningful. When I come home from work, I’m greeted with the unconditional love of my two dogs, Hattie & Ivy — 120 lbs. of unconditional love that is. As soon as I walk in the door, they’re bursting with so much excitement to see me that they just about knock me down. Continue reading
Every morning as I’m wrapping up my asana practice and head into final relaxation, a four-legged canine creeper slinks into my yoga room, and coils herself up beside me in “dogvasana.” I started this regular 5:00 am routine last year, and both of my dogs often help participate in “Doga” while I’m moving through my Vinyasa.
No matter where they are in the house, they’re attracted to the energy that begins to flow during my practice. They’ll often settle around my mat very quietly, and take a nap or just sit blissfully with their eyes half-closed. At first, I would try to shoo them away. This was my very serious spiritual morning routine, after all. But, I started to notice how peaceful and serene we all get when I’m moving from Trikonasana (triangle) to Ardha Chandrasana (half-moon pose) or relaxing in supported bridge. Everyone’s energy is alive and calm, and we’re happy. Continue reading
I recently submitted a post to the Atlanta Yoga Scene entitled, “When Breathing isn’t Easy – A CF Adult’s Journey to Teaching Yoga.” That post has started a whirlwind of exposure as people with Cystic Fibrosis (CF) and families of … Continue reading