The other day my 167 day yoga streak, the one I kept track of in that journal up there, came to an end. That's almost 6 months of daily practice. Over. I'm sad about it. Really sad. If you're a regular here, you know I write about streaks a lot. I am, by nature, a … Continue reading 167 Day Yoga Streak Ends
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Inappropriate Yoga Playlist
Every Friday I teach what I call "Happy Hour Yoga." Depending on who shows up, this can be either quite the sweat-fest, or roll as soft as butter. If a new-to-yoga person shows up, buttercream class.. If it's my regulars: sweat-fest. (One of my students is threatening to bring her grandmother every week so that … Continue reading Inappropriate Yoga Playlist
A Little Spring Meme
This afternoon I walked Boomer to the studio to check the mail and to see if anyone had slid Yoga Challenge money underneath the door. It is still weirdly warm, but it was cloudy and there were a few sprinkles as we walked. I could smell the ground. It smell like dirt and roots and … Continue reading A Little Spring Meme
The Yoga Challenge and the New Year’s Eve Letter
Today I pulled the trigger on the 5th Annual Yoga Challenge (30 days for $30). Sent the email to my mailing list and now I await the flurry of envelopes. I am guessing by this time tomorrow it will be filled. Tonight as we sleep, Spring will arrive. Somebody at yoga tonight said that the … Continue reading The Yoga Challenge and the New Year’s Eve Letter
Fiscal Integration
Today I finished my March book with a half a month to spare. (Wo. All this no-Facebooking is paying off in increased reading time, just as I suspected it would.) My new routine has me coming down in the morning, checking my email, then reading the blogs I subscribe to on Google Reader, and then … Continue reading Fiscal Integration
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 … Continue reading A Little Pincha Spring
Where I Work
Sometimes people will ask me where I work. There is something about the word "work" that makes me recoil. "I don't really work." I'll say, "I teach yoga." But lately I've been thinking about that and it seems to me that I do "work" only it's not work in the "Omg, it's Monday and I … Continue reading Where I Work
Yoga on the Ball
The balls are strangely okay this time around. I can't figure out what is making this session of Yoga on the Ball different from the last time I taught it, when I vowed never to teach it again. Yoga on the Ball never felt like "yoga" to me; it felt gimmicky, more "yogic" than "yoga." … Continue reading Yoga on the Ball
A Blind Date With Yoga
If you practice yoga, do you remember how you met? Was it love at first sight, or did you start off as "just friends.?" If you have ever practiced yoga but don't anymore, do you know why? Did you have a fight and break up? Or did you just grow apart? If you still practice … Continue reading A Blind Date With Yoga
Home Yoga Practice
When it comes to yoga, I'm a cranker, a churner, a go-hard-or-go-home-er. When I am led by my teacher, especially, I will hold onto my edges in a pose with my teeth and my toenails until I feel myself practically ripped apart. When I practice alone, I can't drive myself to quite that level of … Continue reading Home Yoga Practice
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