Sometimes life gives lemons. And not luscious Meyer lemons, but sour, mean, puckery ones. Life: “Oh, hello…it’s me. Boy, do I have some serious fuckery in store for you!” You: “Bitch, I ain’t got time to make lemonade!” This is where isvarapranidhana comes in as saving grace, mantra, perspective. The...
Because I attend The Church of Lo (uhm, the temple in my mind), I don’t really have anywhere to confess. So I thought maybe I could confess to you. I hope that’s okay. ;) This may become a regular thing, if I get good at telling the so very bad…...
As friendly as most of us are, in yoga class we often become quiet little mice (exceptions: heavy breathers and the cell-phone-attached douchebags). Whether we’re taking some much-needed personal time, lost in our own private thoughts, or simply being snooty-patooties, we should consider being open to others. Yoga class is...
Today’s yogic words of truth: there’s nothing worse than a sweat-slick mat. When we practice, we’re looking for stay-put-ness, not slip-n-slideroo. What’s more, as a germaphobe, the idea of skedaddling in my own sweat makes me gag. What’s a ‘gini to do? Get a kick-ass towel, that’s what! I’m giving...
The Meaning of Kumbhaka: Kumbhaka means pitcher, jar, pot. Think: container. It is also the term used for breath retention — on both the inhale and the exhale. When you inhale and retain the breath, your container is full. Expansive. When you exhale and retain the breath, your container is...