Monthly Archives: July 2013

Madison

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On Sundays I often practice with my dear friends Tamar, Kelly and Gina at the studio in Cedarburg (at 6AM).  However, today, I was in Madison at my in-laws house.  I taught as a guest teacher at Bliss Flow Yoga and later joined the family to celebrate the birthdays of my mother-in-law(Susie) and father-in-law(Mickey).

Bliss Flow Yoga has a beautiful studio and great students!  It was a pleasure to teach there.  I met a few students that are considering  teacher training and I encouraged them to sign up for Meg’s 200 Hour training she will be offering in fall.

I woke up this morning to the smell of BACON!  Mickey was cooking up bacon and brewing coffee.   I have not been eating meat for while (just because I feel better when do not eat the following:  meat, sugar, gluten, dairy) Today I enjoyed a few delicious slices of bacon and a strong cup of coffee.  Well, the coffee was a mistake, just a half cup and my hands were shaking from the caffeine.  A few hours later I was still feeling the effects and decided to practice – but where?

The house was filled with cots for our sleep over.   I went outside, and starting to head to the lawn in back.  I was quickly warned that I would be eaten alive by mosquitos if I went back there.   So I set up my mat in the middle of the patio on which the kids were playing  a game of “pop the bubbles with squirt guns” and Mickey and Susie were playing some sort of game with a large ball.

No shade, lots of noise, bouncing balls, popping bubbles, squirting water, family, fun, and my practice.  It was hot and it was short, but it was indeed still a practice.  The best part of practice today was the assist in kurmasana from my daughter Maya. I asked her to lay down on my back and it was the most peaceful, connected moment of the day.

Often times, I will choose not to do something because the conditions are not ideal.  Today was a good example of how we just need to get on the mat and practice.  Practice is not really good or bad, it is just practice.   I am grateful for the teachers that have passed down this practice of yoga to me.  I am honored to pass down what I have learned others.

Ashtanga Yoga Mantra

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vande gurūṇāṁ caraṇāravinde
sandarśita svātma sukhāva bodhe
niḥ-śreyase jaṅgali-kāyamāne
saṁsāra hālāhala mohaśāṁtyai
ābāhu puruṣākāraṁ
śaṁkhacakrāsi dhāriṇam 
sahasra śirasaṁ śvetaṁ
praṇamāmi patañjalim
om
 
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I bow to the lotus feet of our great teachers,
who uncovers our true self and awakens happiness
Like a Shaman in the Jungle he brings total complete well-beeing.
He can even heal the most awful poision of conditioning and illusion.The upper body of human shape, carrying
a mussel horn (original tone), a discus (infinity) and a sword (power of differentiation)
having 1000 bright heads,
I bow to Patanjali.
om

 

 

 

Superman Samuel and the Tiny Yogis

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yogatoesThis Thursday was the last day of my kids yoga summer camp.  It is the first time I have offered a camp and I hope to continue this new tradition next year.  I love teaching kids yoga, but honestly, it is exhausting.  I like things to be quiet and orderly, and kids are just the opposite of that!  Each child I meet has an especially bright light, they are amazing creatures and I learn so much from each one of them.

One of my 10 tiny yogis was Sam.

Sam’s mom introduced herself to me in a Sunday morning vinyasa flow class I was teaching.  She had heard me mention the Kids Yoga Summer Camp and was wondering if her son could attend.  When she started to talk about Samuel she had that look that most of us moms get when we talk about our kids.  She smiled brightly and I could see nothing but love and pride for her child as she explained to me that Samuel was actively being treated for Leukemia at Children’s Hospital in Milwaukee.   I told her that yoga is noncompetitive and easily adapted for all.  I would be happy to have him join our class.  Her expression did not change as she went on to tell me that she is not from Cedarburg (her parents are here) and they have moved here to get Samuel the treatment he needs.  That treatment includes a chest catheter and chemotherapy.  As a mom, I was amazed at how she could tell me all this with a smile.  Phyllis is an amazing mom, and Sam turned out to be an amazing yogi.

Sam kept me on my toes, but not how you might think.  The only modification he required for practicing yoga was no poses on his belly (it squished his catheter).  He asked me questions constantly!  He was always coming up with another way to look at something.  I would say do “this” and he would say, can we do that and then do this, this, and this other thing.  My answers were mostly, yes, why not!

My other tiny yogis made fast friends with eachother and Sam.  They each brought their own light and beautiful personalities.  Elle, Jessi, Isabela, Allison, Abigail, Sophia, Tayten, Jake, Michael and Sam all made my summer a little warmer (and louder).  Namaste  little ones.

Read more about Sam and see pictures at his mom’s blog:

http://supermansamuel.blogspot.com/2013/07/wishes.html