Practice Notes: Chaturanga

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My practice morphs and evolves according to my needs. It balances what needs equilibrium, amplifies what needs some oomph, and always, always begins with who I am, right now, and what this body and spirit need, in this moment. Some days I don’t move much or at all. Some days, I never leave the floor […]

Self-Practice: Breakthroughs and Breathing

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This post is part of a series about the realities, the challenges and the joys of self practice. For more posts in this series, click here. The first iteration of this particular piece appeared on Instagram. I brushed my toes in pigeon for the first time in over a decade of yoga today. And then the […]

Sweet Savasana or What I Noticed in the Last 40 days

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I needed rest. Quiet. Comfort. A practice that restored all the energy expended in Studying, Practicing and Moving my body, Supporting my clients, Living and processing all the many emotional repercussions of Life, Thinking (my god, it never stops, and it’s exhausting). My massage therapy schooling, with it’s classes in anatomy, massage technique, somatic psychology, […]

Self-Practice: Sweet Savasana

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It’s been awhile since my weekly posts on personal practice, since beginning school for massage and bodywork it’s been harder to find the time to post over here. In the meantime, if you need some inspiration and companionship for your own practice, you can find me more regularly writing over on Instagram. I have a […]

Self-practice: Practice in different forms and places

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I wrote this post a few weeks ago – and as I’ve been alternately drowning and treading water in my current endeavors, it never got published. And here I am, with a few minutes to reach out to you – and this draft post greeted me. It’s not the whole story, of course (it never […]

Self-Practice: Mother

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I wrote these words one year ago today, in a more private space. Today, it feels appropriate to share them. To celebrate and offer gratitude.  There is no one in my 7am class and so I practice.  Reach and fold. My mind whispers “mother”. Step back and lower. mother. press up, back bend, press back down […]