And the people of Ireland still have this smell of old on them. Even the millennials with their cigarettes and tight hipster clothes.
Author: Kath Thompson
Writer, yoga teacher, lover of sunny days, long walks, good coffee, and stimulating conversations.
The First of 94 Days
Today is the Summer Solstice and I have decided to do a summer Project: 94 day of Yoga. Here is the video I took after completing 108 Suns at the studio this evening.
The Spirituality of Whimsicality
(This is an older post) As a yoga teacher, the hardest and most terrifying class for me to teach is the first day of Beginner Yoga. The students walk in pale, fat, worried, neurotic, clutching their little bottles of Dasani like they’re some totemic objects that will protect them from weird, patchouli smelling Hindu spirits, … Continue reading The Spirituality of Whimsicality
Don’t Let a Yoga Class Hijack Your Yoga
Tonight there were a few people in Power Yoga that were anxious about it. They signed up for the Yoga Challenge but they were leery about this particular class. One of these people was Liz. So I wrote this post to her, and to anyone who has found themselves in the deep end of the … Continue reading Don’t Let a Yoga Class Hijack Your Yoga
Manatee Yoga
It's not that I don't like Yin, I do. I like it too much. But I feel like a manatee when I do Yin. I'm an unrepentant flow-hacker and there is no way to get into flow for me during Yin. Yin is like therapy, or a massage. Yin is for an off day. I … Continue reading Manatee Yoga
It’s on. Bring it.
Today is April fool's day. The first day of the Yoga Challenge. A rainy, cold, and crappy day. I had to get up and get going. I had to be "on.” Lots of "on." First-day- of-Yoga-Challenge "on." Class started slow, then amped up. With lots of breathing. Breathing is hard. Harder than it should be, … Continue reading It’s on. Bring it.
The Yoga Teacher As Skunk
When there’s no skunk ominously parading by to snap me to attention, my mind logs off. With no one watching me I practice like a test pattern: steady but boring.
A Cure For The Curated Life
It's hard to show up as your best self everyday. You need to vent sometimes. But venting can be toxic. So collect joys in your pockets, too.
How I Spent my Self-Designed Summer
I designed my summer this year. Made a plan, carried it out, and it worked! Summer slowed down and I saw every moment of it.
The Novelty of Reading Novels Has Worn Off
First novel: Depressed woman locks herself up with hawk. (H is for Hawk) Second novel: Blind girl and her father flee Nazis carrying a diamond. (All The Light We Cannot See) Third novel: Fat boy tries to lose his virginity during the bloody reign of Trujillo in Dominican Republic. (The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar … Continue reading The Novelty of Reading Novels Has Worn Off
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