Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Response to NY Times article, photos, and collab!


Christmas day! And a new post in an old blog. I am working on revamping for a new website (and gathering the funds to do so), so a full opportunity to check out what is up in the Asheville area is in the works.
Currently, I am home in Boston, MA for the holiday season. Yesterday was my Jewish roots dug down deep as I made a trip to Kendall Square Cinema to see the new Hitchock film. It was awesome and made me want to put on all my favorite Hitchcock films: Vertigo, the Birds, Strangers on a Train, and, of course, Psycho. Spending time with my family makes me appreciate how much love we really have for one another, how beautifully we support one another, and how we enjoy spending time together.

I read the above linked article this morning in the print newspaper (YES, SUPPORT PRINT!!!). Very interesting response from William Broad about his criticized book, "The Science of Yoga: The Risks and Rewards." In it, Broad discusses the possible injuries from a yoga practice. Met with much fire, the yoga community backlashed. I actually agree with Broad- yoga can be very dangerous. People push themselves too hard, teachers are not careful about who can do what pose, and individuals ignore pain.

I am one of the guilty.

I ignore the pain. I recently sprained my ankle in a soccer game (the finals. We lost, c'est la vie), and did not give myself time to heal. Since then (a month ago), I have pushed myself into poses and run several miles ignoring my sickled ankle.

Broad offers a glimmer of truth- individuals can injure themselves in yoga, especially men. Scientifically, men push themselves hard to show their macho manliness innate nature. Thus, sprains, dislocations, fractures, and nerve damage manifest. This is something I constantly remind my yoga students. I was a competitive athlete, and constantly told to push through the pain. But this is where our body begins to weaken, not strengthen. Just because you are doing yoga does not mean that it is good for you. Each pose is an option, an opportunity to go further if you need it. How often I say this and the ego pushes to the surface and students struggle into a posture. Take a moment, and as one of my teacher says to remind yourself, "Look at that monkey mind trying to grab onto something. How interesting you are, ego!".  Trust me, your ego will not be happy with a dislocated shoulder, and neither will your physical or emotional body.

my best friend in Asheville.

Holiday dinner with my family. My cousin (purple hair), brother, and best friend April visiting from Hawaii

my cousins. so cute!

the cousins, etc. good times!

NYC over Thanksgiving break. <3 Even here, I am social media-ing it up! #kvlundo #yoga #wellness #broadway

Check out the article. Interesting stuff. And take it easy, dudes!

Happiest of holidays to all of you and yours. 2013 is going to be a fantastic year. We need to take the time to be honest with ourselves and take care of our health... I teach Saturdays at 215 at AYC. :) And keep your eyes peeled for some Lululemon collab!

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

In Remebrance

 A piece I wrote last year about 9/11. Peace to all families today.

A Beautiful Morning Turned Gray:
                A Remembrance of September 11th
    It is interesting what we all remember about one moment; the sounds, the smells, the images. In one moment, the world we live in can change dramatically. What I find fascinating is how the several people I interviewed about September 11, 2011, began to recount their story.
    “The morning of 9/11 was absolutely beautiful,” New Yorker Liz Vorbach (my aunt) recalls. “I took off to drop Annie and Sarah (her children) at Riverside. I was shocked to see that a neighbor kid had been involved in a minor accident while walking to school. I pulled over and made sure his mom was told and an ambulance was coming.” This grave foreshadowing on a small scale was about to shake up all of New York, the United States, and the world.
    Vorbach lives in Rockville Centre, a town in Long Island that many people commute from to work in New York City. For a child to be hit by a car is unusual in this community. Vorbach was shaken by this incident, and “He was ok but shaken up. I, too was shaken up by this, and proceeded on to the gym. When I entered the lobby of the gym I was surprised to see people congregated about the TV. My first thought was, wow did Kevin's accident make it onto the news already? Before that moment, the worst thing my mind could encompass was a child being hit by a car in the morning, with no parent around. Needless to say, that day changed forever my imagining of how bad things could be.”
    Sherry Lundquist, a New York transplant now living in Boston, has a similar story. She says, “It was a beautiful Tuesday morning, Sept. 11, 2001. The sky was brilliant blue and the sun was shining.” Lundquist planned to have her hair cut for her new job she was beginning in a few days. Three of her kids were in school, and one was at basic training for the national guard in Ft. Benning, Georgia. On her way to the salon she stopped at Dunkin Donuts to sip on an iced coffee as she had her hair done. It was here that news of the first plane hit. Lundquist says, “Apparently a small plane had hit the World Trade Center in NY. They kept showing the plane hitting the building. Crazy, I thought. No one else seemed to be paying attention to it.  I got my coffee and went to the hair salon.  I said to the stylist ‘I just heard a plane hit the World Trade Center in NY.  It’s crazy.’”
    What I find interesting is how ordinary people were on this morning. We had no idea that anything was wrong. We were living in our American bubble, the invincible, the safe, the one where the worst thing that could happen is a child injured in an accident. I was young. I do not remember the sky or what type of morning it was. I do remember that it was nothing unusual, my privileged American life was of the ordinary to me. I knew nothing else. I do remember sitting at my desk in eighth grade when my teacher stepped out of the room to talk to the other teachers about something. We thought it was great because we had a break from social studies.

 It seems that everything is ordinary and life is passing you by and it takes an attack on our country to wake us up. To shake us out of our routine, to remind us that everything is sacred and we are just as vulnerable to violence and killing as other countries.

    When our teacher walked back into the room, he told us a mini version of the first plane hitting the World Trade Towers. I was terrified. My family lived in New York. They worked in the city. My brother was in the army. My father flies to New York every week for work. The school brought us all to the auditorium to watch the news. We all gathered around the television. We watched the replay of the first plane hit the building. I was distraught. About 20 minutes later, the second plane hit the other tower. This is when they sat us down and told us this was a huge deal. Apparently the planes left from Boston (where I lived). I was about to have a panic attack (I had these occasionally). Was my father on that plane? Oh my God, Did I just lose my father? Where is my brother? My aunts and uncles?
    My father (a journalist and VP of a company) was miraculously not on that flight. As I was panicking, he was watching the news on the television, too. He remembers, “I was driving to work when I heard the first report about a crash into one of the towers. Initial reports said they thought it was a small plane. When I got to work (remember this was before Twitter, Facebook, et al), we went into a conference room to watch the events unfold on CNN.” His home office was in NYC; he called down there to see if  everything was okay. “I also started getting calls from our reporters and editors who were traveling. About two hours after the fall of both towers I called the staff into the conference room and told them to go home and be with their families instead of being at work. At that point we started figuring out how we would cover the disaster from our perspective. We sent one reporter to NYC to start reporting.”
    No one knew what to do when the truth about the plane crash surfaced. When we found out we were under attack, my middle school sent the kids home. A bus dropped me off at my house. I sprinted down the hill and into my house to find my mother sobbing on the couch. She looked at me with pure love. I was a wreck. “Is Dad ok?!” I yelled, about to join in her uncontrollable sobs. “Yes yes yes, everyone is fine. Mark and Liz are fine, your father is fine, and we are all safe.” Her hair looked funny. I asked her why; she ran out of the salon when she found out the truth about the attack with her hair unfinished. “But this is horrible, this is so horrible. Kate, this is going to be a war.”
    Well, that floored me. A war? Like I read about in my history book with tanks and fighter jets? With another army in the United States? I could not picture this. She held me in her arms and we watched the news together on our couch, safe in our home. We waited for my father and two brothers to return home. My other brother was in the army. We were terrified. Our ordinary existence suddenly became something else entirely. We could not get in touch with him because he was obviously called up for duty. I remember wondering how many people were affected by this terrorist attack (the news finally let us know what happened).
    A few people in our community were on the plane that hit the tower. I did not know them.  Vorbach recalls, “My community was devastated by the attacks. We lost 38 people, most of them parents. There are memorials all over town. Mark had coached soccer with a few of them. In fact, one of them, Jim Geyer, worked for Cantor Fitzgerald. I remember that name always coming up on the caller Id when he would call to arrange the soccer schedule.” The news that most of the people in the towers were parents, sisters, brothers, husbands, wives, is absolutely horrifying. How could something like this happen?
    I wondered then, as I do now, how this changed our world. I asked my father, my mother, and my aunt this question as I try to grasp the severity of this attack. I remember life before it, and I know life after it. But the younger generation does not know. They only know life after the terrorists attacked our country.
    My father says, “The world changed in so many ways. The idea of the U.S. as an island that was untouched by terror was shattered. The issues surrounding balancing security versus privacy and safety continue to unfold.” My aunt recalls how fun it was for her to work in the World Trade Towers. My mother’s memory was of the American reaction and unjustifiable prosecution of any muslim American. I felt fear for my family, and for all the families who lost someone. I was so lucky. Our country changed, our world changed, and we as individuals have changed since that beautiful morning turned gray. My father continues, “The bitter fruits of hate filled cultures prove the need to establish peace and justice as the founding principles of foreign policy. The need to encourage a new generation of world leaders requires as much investment and energy as was the building of armies and massive defense industries.”
    How has this event changed the individual? My aunt says, “I can't presume to say I had any big thoughts at that time or now. I just have a sad, sad spot on my soul that was never there before, and that will never go away.” Ultimately, I feel this is true for most of us, whether we recognize it or not. We are all affected by the terrorists killing our brothers and sisters, neighbors, and children. We are all connected by the common thread of unification as Americans. We cannot forget what happened, and we need to teach the younger generation who does not remember the morning of September 11th the importance of community. We need to love one another every day, for, in a moment, everything can change.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Summer's End...

TAh yes, it has been a minute... and the entire summer! Last night and this morning have a chill, and I am actually excited for fall. The leaves change color, the air feels softer and colder, and the turn in season reminds us that truth is constantly in flux. It makes me reevaluate where I am with my thoughts, work, relationships... pretty much everything. I am grateful to have spent the summer working with WNC Magazine and to have started my yoga section with Mountain Xpress (with which the articles will move to print September 5, so check it out!).

I had a weekend full of yoga! My friend, Kimberly Drye, teaches  Yoga on the Mountain at different locations for every season. This time, we went to Black Balsam on the Blue Ridge Parkway. I loved it! Doing yoga with the mountain peaks around you and the fresh air on your fingertips is invigorating. I used the visual of standing on a mountain for the class I taught that afternoon. Very inspiring. It reminded me that I need to do things like that more often.

I also need a new book to get into. A new intention list is starting...

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My tip of the week is for you to do the same. With summer ending, it is the perfect time to write out what you are looking for this fall, what you need, and what you need to shed to welcome change.

Monday, July 30, 2012

Link to Mountain Xpress articles

It is an amazing thing to connect in with community. The Asheville yoga community proves more and more how beautiful and forward moving we are (even in the slow paced South!). Check out my articles for the Mountain Xpress here:



I am teaching this week at Asheville Yoga Donation Studio for Ethan, 6:30-8 p.m.

Sunday, July 8, 2012

The View From Here

Sometimes it takes a leap to feel a shift. Last week I went home to Boston to visit my family, drive to Cape Cod, and relax on the beach with 10 magazines ready to read (these included Utne Reader, The New York Times Magazine, and the New Yorker). Epic? Quite. To be able to spend time in the sun and not have ANY obligations was marvelous. What could be better? Correct. Swimming for hours in the ocean, eating ice cream at the Sundae School, the NY Aronowitz clan visiting, petting ol' Belle... life is good!

It did make me realize how important my family is to me, how little I get to see them, and how much I wish I lived closer. It was so nice to be able to come back to Asheville and teach at Lululemon. The girls that work there are so nice, and the students were equally as appreciative and awesome.

I'm teaching this next week at 5 pm for Izzy at AYC, but will not be teaching this Saturday (I am away for the weekend).

I WILL however be writing a monthly or weekly (my meeting is on Wednesday) column for the Mountain Xpress about yoga happenings (or Yappenings, as a friend coined it) in the Asheville area. Stay posted!

Tip of the Week:

Send someone a hand written letter to a friend or family member. There is nothing like getting one of those in the mail :)

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Time to Revive

Well, it has been quite a few weeks since I've last posted... summer has begun! Beautiful weather has infiltrated Asheville, and we are in the midst of a gorgeous, light-hearted June. WNC Magazine has proved to be one of the best places I've worked. Great people, a fabulous editor, and the chance to write for a highly reputable publication is just peaches. While I do miss the folks back in Boston and New York, I am happy to be in these mountains. It is starting to feel like home.

Teaching yoga at Asheville Yoga Center is so refreshing- a small studio and teaching only one class a week is a nice change. While I loved teaching 13 classes at Corepower, it is a nice step back to remember what teaching is all about. That part kind of got lost when you try to make rent in the bay area with yoga. I got into the rhythm of teaching the same class over and over again. Variation is back in place, and inspiration is rejuvenated. The space is lovely, as are the students. Back to 90 minute classes was a throw back, but it is nice to have so much time to practice. I also get free classes at the studio :).

It was a complete 180 from writing so much in college to editing. They are two very different yet very intertwined workings of the writer. With reading so many stories, I got the bug to put something down on paper again. My intention for the summer is a short story. Luckily, my friends have started a beer and writing group (two excellent things to do) to keep the fire stoked. I also needed to rethink my creative outlets...

And so, the tip of the week:

Sarah runs her first 5k!

Dance class at Bobo Gallery
 Find that one thing you love to do and can never seem to find the time to do it. My editor recently told me she wishes she still does art. So do it! I will be writing and dancing. What will you do?

Oh, and don't forget to spend time with loved ones. <3 Kate

Monday, April 30, 2012

Local Happenins

Ah yes, in the midst of finals, and feeling a little bit crazy. Ok, very crazy. Today we presented our research we have been doing at the local elementary school here in Swannanoa. We implemented a fitness program into a school that barely has time for recess. We used Dr. Toni Yancey's program called Instant Recess. Great success! Check it out here: http://www.toniyancey.com/IR_Book.html.

After a very stressful day, I took my dog out to the woods. It was so beautiful out, and I was so grateful that I had the ambition to make it out to the trees and flowers. It made a huge difference in my mood, and I had a surge of faith that I could make it through the next few weeks. Also, this package arrived today from my mother. How does she know I needed organic lollypops and ayurvedic tea?!

Feist plays in Asheville on Wednesday. Very excited to go hear some beautiful music. I also signed up for twitter! I don't know exactly how it works but follow me on it!

Below is also a photo of Mamacitas, the best burrito in town. On Thursday it was Dine Out for Life, the Asheville benefit for people living with AIDS. Awesome benefit, awesome food.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Earth Day Asheville, Illness, and more!

It is always a little bit funny to write a health blog when I am sick at home. Well, these things happen, and I think it is the universe telling me to slow down... so far down that I am in bed all day. This might also be called "running yourself into the ground." Lesson learned (for now). A neighbor commented today about how fast I walk my dog. "The city still thrives within my bones," I told him. But I think the message is clear about my pace. I quicken it when I am nervous or stressed. As the end of the semester rolls around, and my decision to stay in Asheville to complete an internship with WNC Magazine takes root, I notice my fear of being alone. I notice that when I am not with my boyfriend, I feel like I need to do EVERYTHING humanly possible... working out, finishing schoolwork, getting work done, taking on more jobs, taking care of siva (my dog), going to soccer, spending time in the sun... yes the list goes on.

But Saturday afternoon was so much fun. I spent the day in Asheville with some of my closest friends (and probably half of my college) at Earth Day downtown Asheville. It felt like summer was really starting. The festivals, the excitement, the dancing. It was all lovely. Monday was a reality check as my illness started to swell (2 hours of playing soccer in ice cold rain will do that) and my end of semester course work became real as my to do list grew. I tried to do so much yesterday and then BAM stuck in bed.

As my best friend who lives in Hawaii says, "Keep paddlin through the waves." True that.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

You are a real Winner!

Today I woke up in San Diego. So lovely! The weather is gorgeous, and I am more than grateful to have a week off from school to attend the Art and Science of Health Promotion Conference. Spending time with my brothers (and their wonderful partners) proves to be an inspiring and healing experience. Funny how that is, when I think about all those years of bickering as young'uns. We've grown closer over the years, though I never thought it would happen when I was 13.
I've been thinking about wisdom with age and experience. We think we know how the world works when we are 16. I remember believing it to be about competition. I had to be better and prettier than anyone else. It was a losing battle. But every girl I knew was competing, and every girl thought she was losing. How can we win in a society that is so damn judgmental? This is when my feet step onto my mat. Letting go of that competitive streak (that is sometimes beneficial in certain situations) helps relieve the stress that builds when we are constantly comparing ourselves to other people. Being with family, with my brothers who have known me for all my 24 years, helps me to accept who I am today. Especially because they have seen me through my many phases. And they love me through it all.

Tip of the Week: Take a moment to notice where you are competitive in your life. Clothing? Being thin? Strength? Intelligence? Then take a deep breath to acknowledge that, and perhaps make a commitment for the next hour to not be like that.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Oceanic Pulse

A few weeks off the radar... hello again! It sure has been an interesting few weeks. A trip to Florida promised sun, ocean, gin and tonics, and reading Chelsea Handler on the beach. It also caused a major fault line between one of my best friends and me. This situation proves difficult, and it is one that we all face one way or another. The old, "I made a mistake I am so sorry please forgive me", which is followed by a long...wait...to see if our friendship will endure past this situation. All you can really do is try to make a change in your own life, to be a better person, to learn from what happened and stand up tall even when you feel like crumpling in a corner (shaking your head at yourself). Yes, well this was me. However, time heals. Whether we heal together and come out of this as a dynamic duo or we heal separately and part ways is up to the test of time.

The ocean proved promising that as the waves crash another one will rise. Some are bigger than others. Some can pummel you to the ground. But they are all just waves.

Also, thank goodness for mothers. They are always there when you need them.

"You wait
You wait
You wait for summer,
Then you wait for rain
You wait
You wait
You wait for darkness then you wait for day"- Built to Spill

Tip of the Week: Meditation by focusing on a candle flame. Pinpointing your awareness on creation rids the rest of the dramas in life. At least for a moment.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Finding Balance with a Chair

Sometimes an hour can make a year feel worthwhile.
Today I taught yoga to a few guys who have suffered traumatic brain injury. Their movement was extremely limited, but we were not practicing yoga to perfect the crow pose, or bind in side angle. We did chair yoga, and it felt like the most pure yoga I've done in a while. They were there to make their bodies and minds feel better. I was touched by how humble these people were. They survived an accident but came out a different type of person. Yet they were still pushing through, still eating breakfast and watching sunsets. They were so grateful that I spent the hour teaching them yoga. They especially enjoyed the 3 part breath. The Positive Psychology class joined us for the session, and it was incredible to watch the discussion afterwards. Everyone was pretty much saying the same thing. They felt better. They did not realize how much stress they were carrying. I felt as if a piece of my purpose in life was fulfilled.

I received this email from the day program coordinator this afternoon:

Hello Kate,

Thank you for investing yourself into today's Positive Psychology class.  When a yoga teacher can motivate and stimulate a full class of people to follow, that's impressive.  When the topic is yoga, and there's males in the class, the task is even more difficult.  I respect what you've accomplished.

Feel proud, and continue to invest your giftedness in teaching yoga.  The need is great as evidence by America's health statistics.

 Your presence is welcome here, please let us know what time(s) might work for you in the coming months?

Monday, February 20, 2012


This past week has been incredibly stressful- several tests, quizzes, and papers due. It is easy to get caught up in what is expected of you and to feel the need to please others. This was my situation. Come Thursday, I was horribly unsettled about a test on Friday and could focus neither in the library nor in my office. I felt depleted, and could not concentrate. I tried several times to stay because I had philosophy class at 1 pm. I could not do it. I left school, and on the way home my friend invited me to a yoga class. My first thought is no, I need to study. My next thought was how much I need that class. The class was a slow, intelligently sequenced hatha class taught by Jeri, who I used to work for at South Asheville Yoga. The class was incredibly healing. The next 3 days I attended yoga and went hiking. I felt so much better. I did the best I could on my test, and that is all we can really ask of ourselves. Expectations seem to be constantly pressing down on our minds and bodies, and to be able to perform better we need to be our selves. The more relaxed you are, the better you perform. Jeri said during class, "We need to learn when to use our active self, and when to use our relaxed self. The yin and yang. There is a balance between the 2, and we are on our mat to find that."

After class on Friday one of my closest friends looked at me and said:

"Why do we ever question if we should go to yoga class or not? We feel better physically, mentally and emotionally. Who doesn't want that?"

Well put Diana.

Tip of the Week: Nurture and nourish how you see fit. Tap into who you are, and live that life.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Date Night

Definitely feel like we are back into the full swing of things. Winter break seems far away, and my busy schedule feels again familiar. When Friday comes around it is easy to want to break free, go crazy, let loose, have fun! We work so hard during the week that we love having a night when we do not have to set the alarm clock and we choose to spend the day any way we desire. However, sometimes we need a rejuvenation more than a party night.

This past Friday I had planned to go out in downtown Asheville with my friends for some beer, but around 6 pm I was exhausted and wanted a night to myself. Instead of going out drinking, I found myself in a Sivananda yoga class with Wes at the YMCA. I needed it more than I knew. I walked in, set up my mat, and immediately went to childs pose. I could breathe deepply again. The practice was relatively slow paced, but intelligently sequenced and guided by Wes' compassionate voice. A good teacher can sequence an interesting class, but a great teacher can guide and move the tone of the practice with the students. It was as though Wes tapped into our energy bank and guided our stressed energy from the week to release onto the mat until all that was left was our breath and body.

Happy and peaceful, I made my way to Rosetta's Kitchen for a Buddha bowl, Kombucha, and yes, a slice of their amazing chocolate peanut butter cake. I went home and watched a movie, ate my delicious food, and hung out with my husky pup. Sometimes we need this kind of a Friday evening (though if anyone had an outside snapshot of me it may have looked like I just broke up with my boyfriend or something). I was perfectly content, woke up Saturday morning rejuvenated happy and focused.

Tip of the Week: Spend a date night with yourself. Maybe Tuesday? Nurture.

My best friend who lives in Hawaii. When you can't spend a night with your bestie, be your own best friend

Monday, February 6, 2012

A Touch of Gray

Sometimes it feels like there is nothing to write because my routine sets in and I am doing the same thing every week. I work at these times, I teach at this location, I go to that class. It becomes a conundrum and the spark for inspiration can feel a bit dull. How do we keep our spirits up?  A few things that have worked for me this past week:

1) Sitting down with a cup of tea and a new book on a comfy couch.
2) Taking the dogs out for a run
3) Calling up an old friend
4) Listening to live music

Even those can feel out of reach to inspire creativity. Pushing through the day and doing what needs to get done, breathing through it all, getting your workout and healthy food in is sometimes all we can do to make it through. This weekend it was 60 degrees in Asheville, and I sat outside with my puppy and a book and it was a simple thing but completely fulfilling. At least for that hour. Mood swings can set in and we can fly from feeling content to discontent in a matter of moments. It is all part of living. We are here to experience the light, the dark, and the gray.

Tip of the Week: Set aside an hour to do something that makes you feel good and that the day has been successful in lifting your mood.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

The Sweetest Thing

"My dear friend and mentor, Seane Corn, once told me, “I wish you plenty of pain.” Once I got past the “but I thought we were friends” reaction, she explained what she meant. Pain and injury are what allows us to grow. If we were to skate through life without a care, we would breeze past so many beautiful nuances that make us who we are. It’s the pain and struggle that give us power and stability; the strongest trees bear the deepest roots and can endure anything. So in that sense, injury isn’t always this dark angel out to get us—often it’s the perfect recipe for allowing us to experience empathy, growth, and compassion." -Kathryn Budig about Seane Corn

This past week was full of surprises that threw me off balance, stressed me out, and made me feel slighted. It is easy to get caught up in the drama of life, to feel like a tornado picked you up and spiraled you into chaos. It is also normal to wonder why certain things happen to us. Why did that person treat me that way? Why did this negative interaction happen? But here it is, laid out by 2 of my mentors. It is through these moments that we grow, that we learn and move forward as a stronger and better person. After the emotional torrent passes a bit, or maybe in the morning, your eyes can feel a little softer and your brow relaxes a bit. Every moment is for you to understand another aspect of people, interactions, and overall, life. It is a matter of perception and compassion for the self and others. Whether you are experiencing an emotional or physical injury keep in mind that it is just another moment to learn from. We are all here to support one another through it.

This week when I was teaching (I teach in a big space on campus) my dog decided the best place to lay down was on my mat. It was hilarious, he would not move.The small moments that make you smile are sometimes the sweetest thing.

Tip of the Week: Think of what 'injury' you are are working through. Spend a few minutes to cultivate strength through the pain. Then, go do something that makes you a happier person!

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Let the Good Times Roll

Life can easily pile up on your plate, and though you want to digest everything, there is point where stopping is necessary. This week reminded me what I have in store: a full schedule teaching power yoga workshops in myrtle beach for spring break (posted below!), instructing yoga teacher training this semester, 18 credit class load, writing for a few different places, taking care of my pup...and oh yeah, going to the gym, practicing yoga, spending time with friends. You know, those commodities. In Savasana today after yoga my mind would not stop making plans. No matter what breathing technique I used, relaxation method, etc, my mind was rolling on my schedule. Interestingly enough, I went to a power yoga class and the teacher was absent so a sub stepped into the room. It was a very, very slow class. I wanted it to speed up! Why is this? Maybe because I feel like if I rush through my yoga practice I am that much closer to completing my schedule. But then, aren't I missing the point of yoga? I wonder if the yogis up in the himalayas have a schedule like mine. Non stop. Luckily it is full of wonderful things, and I am so lucky to be able to do so much with my life. I think sometimes city life still roars throughout my body and mind even though I live in the mountains now. Well now, isn't that just the darndest thing. I try to leave the city, and I bring it with me. It is certainly a practice to review one's schedule with deep breaths and to live in the moment of each item on the list. It reminds me of a poem I wrote a few months ago. Goes like this:

Thoughts by the Stream

Time rolls forward and I’m stuck in it
like gravel in a tire, we move on.
Driven attempts to to reach out my hand, and
stop traffic but the Sun also rises.

Sometimes it is all right when the leaves float
down the stream and the hours pass me by
and the tasks before me sit on a shelf
collecting dust as the Day becomes Dusk.

My body refreshed and eyes lift up
white clouds paint a blue backdrop, and I walk
beside the trees all fear drip drops away
the crisp wind catches my breath and time ticks.

Steamy tea warms my face and I breathe soft
the cows scream for their babes, who’ve been taken
my pen lurks over a blank striped sheet and
I smile at the beauty of it all.

March15-  6~7:30 Advanced Power Vinyasa with Inversions and Arm Balances
This class will make you sweat. A steady practice of a year is encouraged to be able to participate fully and enjoy the challenging asanas. We will workshop inversions and arm balances using the wall and each other for support. This is the class to come with questions about making it up into handstand, if your low back hurts in wheel, etc. Will be a fun, sweaty flow set to music!

March 16- Classes 9:30-10:45 Corepower Vinyasa Class 
All level power vinyasa class focused on abdominal work and the benefit using your core in each pose.
12-1    Hot Vinyasa  with Twists to Detox
Heat is a tool we can use in yoga to go deeper into a pose and detoxify the body. Detoxifying flow with lots of twists and forward folds.
5:30-7pm   TagTeam Teach ~ Yoga Fusion Vinyasa

Sunday, January 8, 2012

On the Road Again

3 of my favorite people eating the most delicious food at Life Alive Urban Oasis in Lowell.
Wake up call- it is Sunday. Tomorrow I drive back to Asheville!! Luckily I will be stopping in Richmond, VA to see my good friend Noah, have a beer and then continue on to North Carolina Tuesday morning. This will be a very different semester. I will have my pup with me again, which is AMAZING but definitely adds some finagling to make sure I am spending as much time with him as possible. He will certainly miss being he head honcho of the huge house in Andover and spending time with Grandpa and Grandma. However, it is time to be reunited. On another note, I have an 18 credit semester ahead of me full of journalism, poetry, philosophy, human bio, and grammar. Oy! Will be a lot of work, but I am finally doing exactly what I love. Studying for hours on the work that means something to me, and that I will be able to give back to everyone else. Education is a beautiful thing. 2012 will be a year of cleansing for me. I am working hard to maintain my yoga practice and trips to the gym, bicycling, running, hanging out with friends, making good choices... I am excited for what is ahead, grateful for what I have, and blessed with the past. Boston, I will miss you. Family, you are the best.

Tip of the Week: Go drink a smoothie with spirulina. It is delicious and healthy.

ALSO: Check out my new gig blogging for Carolina Power Yoga- I will be updating every Friday. www.carolinapoweryoga.blogspot.com

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Resolutions- but really?

The current issue of Yoga Journal peaked my interest. Instead of reading the suggestions for a healthier you and saying "Yeah, I know about that", I actually took charge and completed the prompts. Elena Brower suggested writing out all your doubts. This was an interesting concept because I was always told not to write down doubts because you are putting it out into the universe and it could come true. But there is a flip side to that. What if you are ignoring your doubts, ignoring the shadow part of your self? Intrigued, I wrote down my list of fears. Then, taking the man who made Lululemon's advice, I wrote down all my intentions. Interesting enough, my goals are my fears. This reminds me of the quote by Marianne Williamson:
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?"

This year I am making resolutions that I have mapped out to attain. What are you doing? And are you truly believing in it?