Who am I? I won’t answer Woman, mother, yoga teacher, recently divorced, hustling to make ends meet… that’s just the identity my society has programmed me to see. Who AM I? It’s better to ask, Who am I not? I am not this or that, not anything that can be labeled. The I within me existed long before the universe sprang into being, and will continue to last long after the earth ceases to support life. I am not young or old, I am not success or failure. I am unnameable, timeless, stillness in motion, particle and wave both. I am being and nonbeing, formlessness within form, the void inside matter, the light inside darkness, birth within death. I am neither sound nor silence, neither desire nor the fulfilment of desire. There is no place that I exist and there is no place that I do not exist. In the smallest particle of my self the Universe finds its center and spins into being. I am nothing and everything all at once, no beginning, no end. Then the small creature in me says, Yes, yes, all of this sounds great, but I still need to sleep.
Slow down. Breathe. Look around. Feel. Listen. Taste. Sense. This present moment is alive in you, as you. If you want happiness, fulfillment, peace, you need to look for those things where they are. Everything is here, now, in the present moment. Make yourself available to it.
Hey friends, yes, we all have to start somewhere…and although these videos are pretty hilarious in terms of lighting, sound quality, etc…you’ll get the idea and can benefit from them regardless of the quality.
And if you show up now at the beginning, you can boast to your friends ten years from now when I’m traveling all over the world teaching yoga and posting super professional videos, saying, “Yoga Mom? Yeah, we go way back. I’ve been following her since the beginning!” 😄 😊☺️
I can feel the pressure building inside of me,
pressure to get things done, get things organized,
be better, do more, know more,
pressure to have a plan,
pressure to answer others’ questions…
It’s the dark time of the year,
and the darkness is bringing me down.
I don’t want this pressure.
I want to hide.
God, help me change my mind.
Help me welcome the pressure.
Let me see this discomfort as a yoga posture
life has given me to master.
If I can breathe through it,
I can learn something from it.
New year, SAME you.
Because the you
you’ve always been
is good enough,
so why would you want
a new one?
Plus, how could you possibly
have a NEW you?
Are you going to clone yourself?
I think not!
You were born YOU,
and YOU you will always be.
So let’s celebrate the New Year,
and the same you.
Because you’re awesome already,
and you deserve to be celebrated.
Here’s the secret: You don’t need to do anything to be worthy.
You don’t have to change something,
or prove something
to be worthy of being here.
You were born,
and here you are,
I dare you to
trash those resolutions,
take a deep breath,
throw your arms open wide
“HIP HIP HOORAY, I’M ME!”
doesn’t it feel good?
Dedicated to fellow yoga teacher Pack Your Mat, who wrote this post about embracing yourself and your body just as you are, and dumping the ideas that you have to change anything at all about yourself as you enter this new year. LOVED IT.
I subbed a yoga class this evening.
I went into the ladies room
before I taught
and nearly ran into a woman
right in front of a full length mirror.
I wondered why,
with all of the benches around,
was she changing right there,
staring at herself in the mirror…
This young woman ended up
in my class.
She was quiet and graceful;
I wondered if she was plagued
by the same body dissatisfaction
that is sold to us by our
body obsessed culture…
or maybe does she love her body??
After my class
I nearly ran into yet another woman
right in front of the same mirror.
This one exclaimed “SHIT! I forgot my pants!”
She was not as quiet
and maybe not as graceful.
I keep thinking about these two,
wondering about how we learn
to be preoccupied with our appearance,
obsessed with our reflection,
needing to see ourselves doing
the simplest things.
Maybe this is why
I often ask my students to close their eyes.
You don’t need to see to breathe.
Sometimes what we see outside
is such a distraction
that we have no attention left
for what’s inside.
Why stare at yourself
as you change one shell for another?
Could we learn to look a little deeper?
My LorienYoga website was somehow hacked
And I was unable to log in,
unable to update my workshop information,
and wondering if my content has been replaced
by porn or performance enhancing drug adverts.
And I wonder, Who are these hackers, and why do they do what they do?
I mean, come on…
It’s a yoga website for God’s sake…
you take down my attempts at teaching people
about this ancient system of self-realization–
what kind of crap karma is that?
This is another opportunity for non-attachment,
But really… Who are these hackers, and why do they do what they do?