Are you ready for the eclipse?

partial-solar-eclipse-cloudsI’m on vacation this week, enjoying some wonderful lakeside R&R in Maine.  A beautiful spot not only for its physical beauty but its annual reminder to live more simply and in tune with nature.

I said good-bye to the folks in my yoga classes last week as I will not be teaching again until September.  It’s bittersweet, as it is my passion to share the mind/body/spiritual elements of the practice.  But this is my annual dive inward–practicing on a dock or a deck each day–just being, not doing a whole lot.  However, I will especially miss teaching during eclipse week in late August–which is kind of a big deal–likely the last full eclipse of the sun in my lifetime.  And I just cannot get Carly Simon’s lyrics from “You’re So Vain” out of my head when I write that (…then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia to see the total eclipse of the sun…).

I asked my classes last week in a “moon themed” class to imagine themselves, their shining gifts, their offering to this world, their pure radiance, as the light of the sun.  So beautiful, bright and stunning.  Now imagine the moon fully darkening that light as it would in an eclipse.  Doesn’t feel that good, does it?  And yet, this is our lives….we let so much get in the way of shining our brightest.

Maybe it is a lens–the lens of your life–that needs cleaning.  Seeing things a bit differently may be what is necessary.  Maybe it is a story that you’ve been holding onto, or something–anything–that isn’t serving you any longer.  Time to let it go and shift perspective.  Celebrate the eclipse by giving yourself permission to radiate to your fullest potential.

Remember, the actual eclipse is fleeting and the sun comes out the other side.

How do you tumble and fall?

I was out running this past weekend.  Okay, it was really part walk/part run.  But I was running when I tripped on a lip at an intersection and went flying forward, landing pretty hard.  I took me a minute to assess what was what.  I seemed to be bleeding a lot from one of my knees and one hand, but was able to get to the side of the road and determine nothing was broken.  I was mostly stunned and feeling sorry for myself.  So I began walking home, when I bumped into a friend.

This friend was very sympathetic and said that she, too, had fallen while walking about a year ago.  At the time she said to herself, “If I were doing yoga I wouldn’t have fallen, I would have had better balance,” adding, “but here you are, doing all this yoga, and you fell!” (was she justifying not doing yoga? unclear!)  The encounter was brief and as I was in need of fresh water to clean up, I carried on toward home.

Throughout the day I reflected on the fall: pretty symmetrical, even distribution of weight, didn’t break anything; it could have been so much worse.  But thinking about the comment from my friend just made me realize how important yoga is on every level.  Maybe the practice has given me the strength and balance so that I didn’t fall worse than I did!  I am sure that is true.  But on a deeper level, maybe all the lessons from the practice will help me recover more quickly–because that is what the practice does–it allows you to right the ship and navigate to calmer waters more easily.

Is it the resilience that is required in balances? The strength built in warriors? The humor we employ when we fall out of a pose? The compassion we cultivate for ourselves and others? Or the lessons from the poses themselves: twists allowing us to be experiences opposites not unlike the joy and sorrow of life? backbends allowing us to become open-hearted yet with strong backbones, reminding us we can feel vulnerable yet be strong.  I could go on and on.

The point is….we all tumble and fall sometimes.  You might have an actual fall (which I sincerely hope that you do not!).  Or the tumbling might be more subtle, falling on an emotional or spiritual level.  We all have fallen this way.  Just remember a yoga practice will help you recover and get back on course, no matter the bumps and bruises you take along the way.

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Are you in alignment?


My husband has a shirt we purchased at a brewery in Freeport, Maine.  On the front it says “Maine Beer Company” and on the back it says “Do the right thing.”  It’s so appealing to do the right thing, but what is right?  For each of us the answer is different.  What is right for you aligns with your spirit, feels good to your bones.

Last week I spent some time, energy and resources to help a friend in need.  That felt SO GOOD.  Giving and sharing are always in alignment for me (as they are for most of us), which is probably one of the many reasons I teach.  Before I knew it I had spent a couple of hours trying to help my friend.  Everyone has a place where time evaporates and you’ve gotten lost in something.  It’s there where you’ve found something that is completely in the flow or alignment for yourself.  Stay aware of those moments, they are like a guiding North star.

I was at a yogathon on Sunday, with 1,000 people practicing yoga all day at Gillette stadium, raising money for Boston Children’s Hospital and Seane Corn’s Off The Mat program.  Seane Corn was there, and summed up what I am trying to say here so perfectly, “Beauty is living in harmony with your truth.”

Diving a bit deeper I would add that every choice we make adds up, until you reflect and you see that you are a compilation of the choices you’ve made.  Some we take very seriously, others we may make over a beer, but there remains a powerful opportunity to shape the course of your life and to keep it in alignment with your own truth, your own spirit, with every choice you make.

Deepak Chopra says, “To make the right choices in life, you have to get in touch with your soul.  To do this you need to experience solitude, which people are afraid of, because in silence you hear the truth and know the solutions.”  I believe this is why a regular yoga practice is so powerful.  It gives you the opportunity to quiet the chatter of the brain, to slow down and quiet down.  Yoga is a meditation in motion and as such gives you the time to do the inner work–to listen in the silence.

This week we worked on our alignment physically, but as always, the practice is a mind, body, spirit practice.  So, yes, while we focused on finding the mountain pose in every pose, we also looked at aligning with our values and our true self.




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It’s all about seva, or service.  Our yoga practice stirs in us the need to help others through the full body prayer that is our practice.  I have had so much fun doing benefit classes to help the Milton Residents Fund and Saint Rock Haiti Foundation in the past few months.  April provides another great opportunity.

This coming Good Friday, April 14th,  I didn’t have any classes scheduled (I figured some people might be away and others might be managing life at home with the kids out of school that day).  I’ve decided to hold a benefit class that day–I am dubbing “Do Good Friday”–we’ll practice and raise money for Boston Children’s Hospital as part of the Yoga Reaches Out effort underway in April.  The class will be from 8 -9:15 a.m. I can’t wait!

If you are interested in donating to the cause, here is the link to my fundraising page:

Thank you for considering a donation to amp up the funds raised on “Do Good Friday!!”
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Going With The Flow

go with the flowLast week my family and I traveled to Utah to ski.  It was my first time ever skiing out west and it was quite spectacular to be in the mountains, the vistas were magical.  I’ve gotten very disenchanted with skiing over the years with what I was sure was my declining ability.  This trip for me was really more about being together as a family, as one of our boys was home from college on spring break.

Day 1:  We made it to the mountain, and not surprisingly for me the first couple of runs were bad, with less control and more fear and tension than I could bear.  So when lunchtime finally came I called it quits.  While everyone went back out to ski, I brought my 15-year old rusty skis to be sharpened and waxed (I got yelled out by the technician!), and learned that my trusty old ski boots were a full size too big (!).   No wonder skiing felt like I was trying to grab molasses.  You must know what happened next:  I bought a new pair of boots to go with my sharpened skis.  I needed to know if the trouble was me or my equipment and it seemed right to figure it out on the first day of the mini ski vacation.

Day 2: Opposite day.  It was a dream.  After over a decade of being the slowest most cautious person (and scared!) on the trail, I found myself moving with confidence and at a good clip.  It was like all the mental lessons that I had been holding onto finally clicked.  The kids and my husband were shocked, tossing me nicknames like “ski queen” and “ski mamma.”   Mid way down on the first run one of them even said, “Wow.  You can really ski!”

For years and years and years I had been in the ski game purely to be with my family, not because I loved the sport.  And as the kids grew, it was a prime opportunity to be with them in an unplugged way and connect doing something in the great outdoors.  But now things had changed.  It wasn’t a terrifying adventure each time I got off the chairlift.  It was actually fun.  I was at ease, finally enjoying skiing.

At one point along the way, I spotted a sign, “Go With The Flow.”  Oh, indeed.

And this image below is not me, just a skier in dancer pose for your enjoyment 😉

skiier in dancer pose




A Deep Bow


Last week three separate people approached me to talk about the struggles they are having as they are dealing with parents that are ageing, some focused on end of life issues.  And those are only the ones who spoke up.  My classes seem to attract my own demographic: women between the ages of 45 and 55 who are in what is called “the sandwich generation.”  They are tending to their people (blood related or otherwise) as they age and pass into the next life, and to their children, uncomfortably sandwiched in between.  Not to mention if they work–not like tending to those we love is not work, it certainly is real and meaningful work–but providing income and stability for a family is no small thing.  Regardless of your situation, there is a LOT to hold up and show up for, and we do.  That’s just what we do, no matter the circumstance.

When you sit back and look at all that responsibility it is stunning.  I want to put a crown on everyone in my classes, this whole generation, really.  So it’s no small surprise that people show up to yoga for rejuvenation and nourishment.  They need it like they need a daily vitamin: to hit pause, regroup, and reconnect with themselves.

My classes this week are focusing on tuning into the breath as a tool for navigating not just our yoga practice on the mat, but also the challenges in our lives. When the mind is distracted whether it be from the myriad of devices, challenges, stresses, you name it in our lives, there is just a storm–like a snow globe.  The mind is compromised, distracted.  And a distracted mind is not a powerful one.  So we tune into the breath to bring clarity, presence and peace.  So you can keep showing up and soldiering on in your life.

I offer a deep bow to you for all that you do.  Namaste.

On Hope & Faith


On Friday I taught a yoga class to benefit Saint Rock Haiti Foundation, a group that supports impoverished people in Haiti by, among other things, providing clean water, a clinic and an orphanage. I themed the class to support their upcoming gala, “Building Hope Together” and we raised over $1,000 for the cause.

When I began preparing for the class themed on hope, I was thinking that “hope” sounded so trite, so cute, and that it was going to be hard to pull something off.  But honestly the more I sat with it, the more excited I became.  Hope is a life boat to climb upon, pulling you up into the light out of the darkness.  And it’s concerted work; it’s hard to remember to have hope at all, since we have the negative bias of the brain that enjoys wading in the dark and twisty waters of the mind.  But even a little hope goes a long way.  I’d even offer that there is no such thing as “false hope” because even if things don’t turn out to your exact liking, you had that hope to pull you through.

I even found a catchy moniker for “hope:”

This weekend, in fact immediately after the fundraising class, I was off to CT for a college visit with my son and his friend.  Stopping on the highway for gas I started groping around for my purse in the usual spots only to find that I had forgotten it at home.  I went into the convenience store checkout area and had a brief conversation with the manager involving me asking and almost begging to pay with the credit card number memorized in my head, paypal, or a bank transfer that I could perform on my telephone which had somehow come along for the ride.  The manager looked at me in disbelief, just shaking her head in a “nope, nope, nope” kind of way.  After all my offers,  I think I actually said, “Oh no, what am I going to do?” and a voice behind me replied, “Well, you could borrow $100 from me to get through the day.”  Yes, it was a perfect stranger offering me a loan out of the good of his heart.  He offered me hope and the ability to make good on my promises.  I think I gave him three hugs before writing down his name so I could send him his money back that evening.

The universe did not stop there.  That day I received two phone calls from a wine merchant across the country who had a “suspicious order in a large amount in my name.”  We connected the next day. This kind person had taken the time to look me up on Facebook (“I figured a yoga instructor didn’t want an order of $4,000 in expensive champagne,” he said, adding yet another chapter in my unwritten book of how yoga saved my life).  I was able to dodge that identity theft bullet from the kindness of a person whom I’d never met.

Offering hope to someone else creates a deepening in our faith in humanity which is needed these days now more than ever.  Hope is truly a game changer.  You’ve experienced it first hand, we all have.  You’ve been in that “oh-no-what-will-I-do-now” place.  It’s called desperation.  And desperation can only be dispelled by hope.  Hope is like pure grace, turning things around.  It brings a feeling of safety like a warm blanket.  So you can breathe again, smile again.

I started out the week thinking hope was going to be hard to teach about.  And then the universe reminded me of the good in people, the ability of people to help each other, to connect and pull someone out of the darkness into the light.  You have certainly done that for someone, or offered a voice for those who don’t have one, or taken action through activism.  These are moments of grace, offering hope where there wasn’t any, offering light.

Peace and hope to you ❤