…goats …beer …sock puppets …disco …a yeti Just. Stop. Seriously. Cut it out.
“In my opinion, genuine, committed Yoga practice begins when you become immensely fed up with your own bullshit. To reach this point, you must be able to recognize your bullshit first. Most people spend their whole lives unaware of their bullshit, making them incapable of ever beginning a path of internal work. Others might… Continue reading On Yoga and Bullshit
There’s bendy. And there’s balanced. And then there’s BENDY and BALANCED.
The fact that I do not want to teach yoga is a personal milestone, believe it or not. For me, it’s an indicator that I may be capable of moderation and gradual progression, after all. Let me explain. First, I am a teacher by nature. Every time I have ever taken the Myers Briggs personality… Continue reading I do not want to teach yoga.
If there is any person on the planet who needs meditation, it’s me. My mind goes a mile a minute all day, every day. Always has. Sometimes I’m OK with that. It’s productive. It creates cool things. It solves problems for me and for others. It dazzles and amazes. Other times, I wish it would… Continue reading Meditation is hard.
I was at hot yoga on Tuesday, felt completely fine on Wednesday (if a little sneezy), had plans to return to hot yoga Thursday night…but then I woke up Thursday morning with a head so full of snot I could barely move it without pain. Rats. The cold/flu bug ravaging the high school where I… Continue reading Yoga When Sick?