Thank you for taking a few minutes to check out my site. If you are like me, always looking to fuel your creativity, add positive activity to your life, seeking signs of hope and inspiration in the world around you, my hope is that there will be something useful for you within these pages.
If you are looking for something active, I welcome you to try one of my weekly yoga classes. You can find my schedule and class descriptions here, or check to see what workshops are coming up. You can also contact me if you’d like to schedule a one-on-one or group session to plan a more personalized class.
Maybe your creative side needs a boost or full on CPR. You may want to join me for one of my writing/yoga/meditation workshops offered occasionally throughout the year.
If you have kiddos who would enjoy participating in a small group yoga class or may be interested in journaling, check out my youth offerings.
And if you are looking for something a bit more passive, something quick to read and consider, I would be thrilled if one of my blog posts were to offer you an insight, a laugh, some comfort.
(I’d be even more thrilled if you also shared a story or comment!)
That is, after all, my greatest hope in creating this website, to bring the work I care about and have experienced to be essential to living a good life and share it with you.
I began practicing yoga in 1997 when I was pregnant with my son. I was 34 years-old, on the brink of a “geriatric” pregnancy! I was advised to begin attending a weekly yoga class to begin preparing my body for natural childbirth. I’d been curious about yoga for years so this was just the nudge I needed.
I chose an evening class, the room we practiced in was warm with soft lights and music, sometimes candles flickering in the windows. I must be honest, I was hooked right away. Being in that room, warm and safe, comforted by props and kind words, caring for myself and my baby, I felt like a Goddess.
I will be forever grateful that was my introduction to yoga. As is true with everything in life, this too did pass.
Fast forward 3 years...with a very busy 2-year-old, a demanding job and carrying the weight of having lost my dad earlier that year, I found myself stuck in grief, in a constant state of anxiety and despair, exhaustion and frustration from being a parent, imbalance and emptiness from my loss. My yoga practice had fallen away when I learned my dad was ill and I began making more trips to Vermont. After he’d passed away, less than a year later, I busied myself to the point of distraction, I stopped taking care of myself, I disconnected, I shut down. My heart hurt and suddenly I realized, my body hurt too.
My return to a yoga practice was slow, uncomfortable and challenging. Unlike my introduction when I was happy and hopeful, now I was filled with anxiety and uncertainty, my body was tense and tender. It was months before seemingly simple things like flattening my hand on the mat didn’t hurt, more time before I could lift a foot off the ground without feeling like I would topple uncontrollably onto the floor and longer still before I understood how to take a full breath or sit quietly. I struggled over these months, some days wondering why I was bothering at all, but more often than not, I’d leave class with a new little spark of hope. Maybe it was that my hands felt a bit stronger or my fingertips got a little closer to my toes...maybe I could do this, maybe I could be ok again.