When you’re a yoga instructor, you’re a guide. You take students along on a journey. Yes, you’re a ‘teacher’ when you need to be. But you are mostly guiding them. And as a guide, it’s your job to also try to make the ride inspiring – sometimes challenging, maybe enlightening – but mostly you want your students to walk away saying, “That was great. I so needed that.”
My students were recovering addicts. They were going through divorces, career changes, and life crises. They were broken-hearted and they were healing. They were in the middle of finals and dissertations and other hard freaking shit and yoga was helping them get back to themselves.
Then one day, I was in the middle of some hard freaking shit. (more…)
“The hardest part of parenting is catching barf in your hands.”
My dad told me this at some point in the year before Judah was born. My mother agreed. Parenting was easy.
I thought back to these words many times in the first few months of being a momma. And they made me so freaking angry. Parenting was NOT easy. No it was not. If Judah was an appliance, I would have (more…)
Who doesn’t love the beach? Anyone? Anyone?
Oh, that would be me. I don’t love the beach.
Although, I have many happy memories tip-toeing through tide pools and wriggling my feet in the frothy sighs of the ocean with my grandma (who has lived near the beach my entire life), I do not enjoy beach trips. I’m much more of a mountainy, hiking trail kind of gal. I never have the urge to pack a magazine and a towel and just hang out at the beach. That is, until now. (more…)
What’s new in our world? Hats!
I think hats give Judah superpowers. Hand this boy a hat and he’s a happier, flirtier, more adventurous Jude.
He’ll point and ask for it by name, “Hah!” As soon as his hat is placed perfectly atop his little crown, he smiles the biggest smile, as if to say, (more…)
When I taught yoga, it wasn’t unusual for a student to weep on the mat during class. Some people feel uncomfortable with tears. In fact, I often do. But as a yoga teacher I didn’t have the freedom to panic. My job wasn’t to stop teaching, ask them what was wrong, fret about it, or otherwise draw attention to their experience. And it certainly wasn’t my place to take it personally if they were having a strong response to the practice. My job was simply to hold space.
All the tissues I passed, adjustments I made, and hands I held helped prepare me for the colossal job of holding space for my son. However, it took me a while to figure this out. (more…)
Sad Animal Facts
I have to say upfront that I love animals. I heart them so much.
Like, I love them so much that when people tell me they don’t like a particular animal (like cats), I instantly file it away as a character flaw.
So that being said, I look forward to learning a new sad animal fact daily. I’m not a terrible human, I promise.
Learn some sad animal facts here or follow the Instagram feed here. Go on, just click. The illustrations are just too pathetically cute. (more…)