I recently participated in a three-day poetry festival, teaching a yoga & writing workshop, and stage managing the evening readings. My dear friend Melissa Tuckey, who co-founded the festival stayed with me — which all but guaranteed days bookmarked with coffee-or-wine conversations. She had recently launched Ghost Fishing, the first poetry anthology with “an eco-justice bent.” (See “what I’m reading” in my May newsletter for more.) Read More
I suppose the juxtaposition of yoga and cigarettes don’t mix, but I was a smoker for about twenty years. I’d often light up after a nice sweaty practice.
I loved smoking.
I loved the thrill of stealing cigarettes from my parents when I was 12. Read More
I’ve told the story in my classes before – but never here — that I discovered yin yoga during a particularly painful bout of lower back pain in my 30s when I was teaching vinyasa and I thought that should be helping my back but instead it was making things much worse. I would wake up in the morning and have trouble putting on a pair of jeans. In addition to feeling like shit physically, I felt like a total loser – who’d would want to take yoga from a person whose flexibility precluded her from wearing pants? Read More
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
Recently, I was interviewed by Laura Kupperman, who has been a friend as well as my coach, as part of a week-long online business training she organized targeting yoga teachers and therapists who wanted to learn how to reach more people and freshen up their business approach. Read More
You guys know from my last post that I am a big believer in integration.
In fact, I’d say that having an experience without making time to chew it up well, savor every delish and disgusting nuance, and assimilate the nuggets that have sieved through your digestive tract into your everyday life – well, you might as well have not had the experience, IMHO. Read More