Tag: yoga
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writing practice
I’m reading Writing Down the Bones again. It, among other things, is making me feel brave. In Bones, Natalie Goldberg reminds us how important it is to give ourselves permission to write the “worst junk in the world.” In another chapter, entitled Composting, she says: “It takes a while for our experience to sift through our consciousness. For instance, it…
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a moment for the details
I attended an evening of figure drawing a few nights ago. The model was nude, adorning bangles on her wrist in black and gold, with a heavy hamsa pendant nestled comfortably between her collarbones. She switched poses at different intervals, allowing time to capture whatever we could before she moved again. The varied temporal stretches…
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the discipline of rest
I had a long list of intentions to actualize at Lakshmi Rising. Drenched in curiosity, I resolved to take advantage of every opportunity to learn in the jungle. To accomplish these goals would require honesty and courage. Physically, I was determined to go beyond the limits I set for myself when I was mired in…
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baby’s first yoga class
I went to four yoga classes the week leading up to my accident. Before that, I had been practicing consistently for over 9 years. The studio was where I could simultaneously ignite my passion and find my calm. Without hesitation, I would say that my physical practice was one of the biggest casualties of the…
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come with intention
There was an opening ceremony on the first night of our yoga teacher training at Lakshmi Rising, nestled in the jungle between two rivers on Costa Rica’s Nicoya Peninsula. It gave us each an opportunity to introduce ourselves and learn about the people we would come to know intimately over the next three weeks. We…
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for the love of acupuncture
I have one last trip in me before the year is up. In November, I’ll attend a Yoga Teacher Training in Costa Rica. My experience in India forcefully reminded me how sacred my yoga practice. Because it was as painful as it was enlightening, this next trip has required a lot of physical preparation (if…
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the angry physio
I sought out a recommendation for a local physio by the end of my second tear-filled day of the yoga retreat. Desperate for a reprieve from pain, I reached out to a contact that was shared with me as “Ukraine Massage Physio Therapy.” When the mysterious physio responded confirming availability for 3pm the next day,…
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crying in yoga
I was certain that I had processed the car accident entirely. I wrote until I had nothing left to say, recognized the strength of my body as it healed in the months that followed, expressed deep gratitude daily. As far as traumatic experiences go, that was one I thought had already been dealt with. It…
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crying at the gym
reposted from March 2019 The very first item on my to-do list after the accident was to pause my gym membership. Determined to get it done, I dragged both of my parents out of the house for the ride. I remember the optimism like it was yesterday, “Hi, yes, i’d like to put my membership…
nathalie shushan 