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A Little Pincha Spring

It was a ridiculously warm day  here in northern Pennsylvania. Ree-Dic-Yoo-Lus. Like in the 70s.

March, we never knew ya.

I walked out onto the deck to drink my Orgain for lunch and found myself face-to-face with my Christmas tree. Not only that, all my window boxes are still filled with decorative pine boughs. The bird feeder was strangely silent.

I thought about launching the tree over the railing and down onto the patio below and then dragging it down through the woods.

I thought about doing the same with the pine boughs.

I thought that it is probably a good idea to start bringing in the bird feeder at night now, because the bears, if they ever actually hibernated at all, were sure to be waking up now, and I don’t want a “yogi-sighting” on my deck in the middle of the night.

As I drank my lunch, I tried to figure out what would be a good sequence for my class on this ridiculously splendid spring day, and I decided that spring is the time for taking some risks!  After all, all births have some element of risk and danger in them, and since spring is the time for re-birth, why not try some risky stuff tonight.

So after some challenging standing balances, I had everyone drag their mats to the wall for some pincha mayurasana prep.

Pincha Mayurasana - Forearm Stand
Pincha Mayurasana - Forearm Stand (Photo credit: a4gpa)

They kinda freaked, but that’s what I had in mind, and it was good, and a few people actually got their legs up on the wall!

I was so proud of them for giving it a go, for trying. They are such a bunch of bad asses, my students.

Love them.


I teach yoga. I love to breathe. Kapalabhati pranayama rocks my world. I can’t sing (but love to chant) I love rituals I was born a Capricorn (on the cusp) I cannot live without coffee. I can sit perfectly still for over an hour. I am afraid of deep water. I can’t parallel park. I know how to scuba dive (but won’t). I can eat anything with chopsticks. I don’t use coupons. I was at Woodstock. I have a large vocabulary. I have slept in the Everglades surrounded by alligators. I used to want to be a bartender. I used to want to be a nun I am happiest when I am around purple things. I can read Tarot cards. I can’t eat eggplant. I have relatives in The Wizard of Oz. I have paddled a canoe with a nudist. I function best with 9 hours sleep. I can go for a week without speaking. I am addicted to blogs and social media. I love the poetry of Pablo Neruda, Mary Oliver, Rilke and Billy Collins I watch My Dinner with Andre every January as a ritual I don’t drink enough water. I love my computer I hate to vacuum. I do not like hydrangeas. I love the Sierra Mts. I dislike the name “Debbie.” I have read all of Proust. I love yoga I like to fly kites. I have never smoked a cigarette. I cry at movies. I only watch really crappy TV. I wear a size 8 shoe. I hate the smell of burnt toast. I love catalpa trees. I speak no foreign languages. I love to drive. I hate clowns. I love roller coasters. I hate country music. I do not like the sound of bagpipes. I hate shaving. I love Brie. I love to watch water move. I hate plastic cutlery I love my Kindle I do not love my phone I love sitting up to my neck in hot water.

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