I am at home taking care of a sick kiddo today. Cartoons are playing, tissues have been placed close at hand, and tea tree, eucalyptus, and rosemary essential oils are being diffused throughout the house. I should be using this unexpected extra time to catch up on household chores that have been neglected over theContinueContinue reading “A Different Kind of Practice…”
Category Archives: my practice
What I Meant to Say…
Today is my birthday.This morning, as is normal for a Saturday morning, I headed out to teach my 8:30 class excited to see all my Saturday morning yogis. As we got into the flow of class I started to take them into a little more intense place than we have maybe ventured together thus far.ContinueContinue reading “What I Meant to Say…”
Because I feel beautiful…
When I do yoga, I feel beautiful. As someone who has always struggled with her self esteem, weight, and “plainness” when it comes to our society’s definition of beauty, that’s a big part of why yoga has become such a central part of my life. It’s not just a feeling of physical beauty, although IContinueContinue reading “Because I feel beautiful…”
