One of the important things about yoga, about being a yoga teacher, is practice. Whether it is your own practice in the comfort of your apartment, or practice as in going to class every day. You have to practice! And as a yogi teacher in training, we really have to practice. Not only so we can keep in shape, but ….
I forget to mention, in all of my fabulous anatomy on speed excitement , I had a slight scare, which I am proud to say I handled. Actually I had two scares. And I handled them. Albeit grudgingly. But I did it! The first happened Friday night as I was trying to do my Anatomy homework, and out of the ….
Second week of classes and I am already failing in the blog department! After three days of intense learning about the human body, muscles, 206 bones (of which I am at 203 due to bones being removed out of my foot…but that is another story!) and of course our wonderful adipose and fascia (fat and skin for you none anatomy ….
The thing about yoga is, it isn’t just about breathing, or meditation, or doing asanas. It isn’t about lulu lemon, or how many Sun salutation A’s and B’s you can do. It is a way of life. You will hear it from me, time and time again. You will hear it from every yogi that practices. You will read it ….
Many people say it is one incredible journey, But I don’t think you can ever fully comprehend until you actually go through it. And tonight I started that journey. And it has already been a rollercoaster of emotion. We began introductions of each other and those in our Kula. Which for non-yogis out there, it is a word for community. ….
It’s not the destination, it’s the journey. A quote that I have heard almost all my life. Who said it, I don’t know. But I know tonight starts that journey. It’s starts something that will be physical, spiritual, and emotional. This isn’t just about school. Or learning a new trade. It is about learning about yourselves and who you are ….
It amazes me how when you feel like garbage, yoga can and will invigorate you. I have had a bad case of the sniffles the last two days, and to drag my body out of my studio has been pretty darn tough to say the least. SO when my alarm clock rang this morning I shut it off, three times ….
Waking up this morning I was a little perturbed at the weatherman, after the gorgeous days of sun and 50 and 60-degree weather they had the audacity to say that it was going to rain and be cloudy! (The only consolation was that the temps were going to 70!) Now maybe I have been spoiled, after all the White Mountains ….
Two blogs in one day! It must have really been an exciting day! Or maybe just emotional and enlightening. This afternoon as my allergies were flaring up, I was debating whether or not I wanted to go to the yoga class. It meant signing up. Which for everyone’s record I hate paperwork, I hate signing up and filling forms out, ….
Not to long ago, I had a talk with a friend about being the youngest. As the youngest daughters, we feel an inexplicable need to take care of our parents. Maybe it is because as the last chicks, we have seen our parents grow old and gray. We have seen them struggle more with life’s quirks and hinderances then our other ….