I’ve had a “living the life” kind of day.
I taught an early morning yoga class, went to work for a few hours, came home for lunch, took transit into Vancouver to take an amazing workshop on the art of hands-on adjustments with Rachel Scott, and read the better part of Pema Chodron’s Taking the Leap:…
The Habit of Wearing Clothes
Meditate on Your Cell Phone
I watch people respond to the ring of a cell phone or the beep of a text message like they would to a fire alarm or an urgent call for help. There seems to be relatively little (maybe a job interview or the threat of roaming charges) that pushes people to completely disconnect from their phones. And, while…
Our Deepest Fear
The quote below is from Marianne Williamson (though Nelson Mandela is often credited for it). I read this quote at the end of my yoga class today, and while I think of it as one that most people have heard, the message strikes me as one worth hearing again and again.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest…
How does Taina get TP?
I bought toilet paper today, and the main thought running through my head during this shopping experience was, “How does Taina get toilet paper?”
To give you a bit of a back story on this seemingly random question, my friend Taina is endeavouring to live 2010 without acquiring any new items containing plastic or contained in…
A Certain Path
Not too long ago, I attended a Power Vinyasa Flow class at Semperviva Yoga Studio that was one of the more physically intense yoga experiences I’ve had. I mentioned to the instructor afterwards that I had found it challenging, and she reflected to me that she usually found classes easier when she was teaching and…
Still Shaking
I don’t watch TV, per se. I don’t have a TV with cable set up in my house, but over the past few years, courtesy of the cable of friends, DVDs and the Internet, I have consistently watched three TV shows: How I Met Your Mother (because it’s awesome and makes me laugh), Battlestar Galactica…
My Yoga Practice.
(I had to write this piece for another purpose, but it also seemed to be an appropriate post.)
My yoga practice is my life. I don’t mean that in the sense that all I do is yoga, but rather, in the sense that I endeavour to bring my practice to every aspect and every moment of…
I see you.
I’m reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s new book Committed, and amidst many fascinating facts about marriage, she touches upon the word respect – claiming that the word, which comes “from the Latin respicere (‘to gaze at’), suggests that you can actually see the person who is standing next to you” (102).
I love this way of looking at…
The Journey, by Mary Oliver
Sol Yoga studio is in the midst of a seven-week celebration of poetry, and Marita read this poem by Mary Oliver at the beginning and the end of her class today. It seems to beautifully capture the call to be a yogi.
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad…
What’s the worst that could happen?
For most of my life, I watched people standing on their head (or their hands) with a sense of never being able to do something like that – like somehow the headstand was out of my league. The thought of falling in an awkward direction and hurting myself filled me with fear. But, recently, through…
