In practicing yoga, the cue to “lead with your heart” often is interpreted to mean shoulders back and down, abdomen in to support a strong core, arms perhaps stretched out like wings or clasped behind your back and down, with heart-center the leading force of your physical movement. (Think of doing a forward fold swanContinue reading “Lead with your heart.”
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Writing and mindfulness.
Writing is a practice that must be cultivated through dedicated practice.
With a greater sense of awareness, I am learning to feel full. Fullness to me means completeness, happiness, and success. Success in this case is not measured by worldly accomplishments, gold stars, or publications, but rather by doing what I love. Doing what I love has taken great time, attention, and awareness to cultivate. It takes dedication,Continue reading “Fullness.”
Mantras to calm the storm.
What would a picture of dissatisfaction, frustration, or depression look like to you? My picture is stormy, hazy, and loud. Like a cartoon drawing of a tornado that blocks out clear thoughts and disrupts any sense of calm. The noise that I hear in my head is not so much a sound, as it isContinue reading “Mantras to calm the storm.”
Weight of the world.
Got the weight of the world on your shoulders? You put it there. Don’t. Just let it go. Allow the energy to pass through you. Practice balance: the mindful distribution of energy. Inhale.Exhale.Repeat. Stop clinging onto blocked energy. Be with it, then let it go, for the sake of all of us. You are aContinue reading “Weight of the world.”
Me, myself, and yoga.
How does yoga influence my life off my mat? As a mother? As a writer? I recently had the joy of interviewing with Meg Sirchio of Perennial Yoga and Wisdom Community in Fitchburg, WI. She asked me to reflect on this very question. In the moment, I think I told her a story aboutContinue reading “Me, myself, and yoga.”
This is a story of good and evil. It reflects a little of what I did well today, and also a little of what I can improve upon. Triggered by a seemingly innocuous event (an email, of course), I drew on my evolving practice of mindful awareness. I allowed. When I swelled with feeling, emotion, and sensation, IContinue reading “I practice.”