Practice has been hard lately. Really hard. Almost as hard as it was in the beginning.
An early attempt at Utpluthih in a scenic setting.
I didn’t come to Ashtanga yoga with a background in gymnastics, dance, or martial arts. I didn’t even come with a strong yoga background. I did Rodney Yee DVD’s and the occasional studio class off and on for thirteen years. My heels didn’t touch the ground in down dog, I couldn’t hold Navasana for five full breaths, and I certainly couldn’t jump through or jump back.
Continue reading “Back to the Beginning” »
Teaching changes things. I miss my regular practice. I miss practicing at the same time every day. I miss practicing in a room full of Ashtangis. I miss getting daily assists into Supta Kurmasana.
See how much help I need in this pose?
But I wouldn’t change a thing about my life right now. Continue reading “Transition to Teaching” »
Yesterday, my husband told me that he wished a woman we both know and love would “take care of herself.” Continue reading “Self-care versus self-indulgence” »
This video helped me get up and get my ass to class this morning.
Chanti, chanti, chanti.