This originally appeared on my email list, but so many people wrote me about it (and shared their own big yoga failures), I thought maybe more people needed to hear it. There is no shame in that failure game. When I got my first yoga teaching gig, the studio owner emailed me every week to … Continue reading Big Fat Yoga Failures
After all the ups and downs yesterday, it was hard to sleep last night. I was exhausted, but also simultaneously super wound up. I tossed and turned all night. I've been writing this month kind of inspired by contemplating death, and yesterday my autonomic nervous system (the thing that's supposed to keep us alive) was … Continue reading We Croak Day 5: The Adult in the Room
This post is part of a series inspired by the death contemplation app: WeCroak. These events happened a few days ago. At 9 pm last night we were told that the seller received five offers and had not accepted any yet, but would let us know by 5 pm today. We were encouraged to put … Continue reading WeCroak Day 4: Emotional Rollercoaster
My husband and I are looking for a house. It's a buyer's market, and houses in our price range that aren't rotten former meth labs are gone in a matter of hours. One thing good about the app's death reminders is that they had reminded me that getting upset over not getting a house is … Continue reading WeCroak Day 3: You can’t take it with you
So, I know in the last post I said that I was doing my WeCroak app inspired writings everyday, and you haven't seen much. That's because it's all been taking place on my email list. I'll put them up here on a three day delay. Just so you know, I tend to take out certain … Continue reading WeCroak, Day 2: A Touching Career
I haven't written in a while because I haven't been in the best place. Maybe it's the fuck waffle that is the government right now. Maybe I haven't adjusted to living in Arkansas again as much as I would like to admit. My husband and I are looking for a house, which is exciting, but … Continue reading We Croak.
Around three years ago, I had just finished my first yoga class at a women's shelter in New Hampshire. I had meticulously planned a "trauma-informed" yoga class for the women there. I used all of my knowledge and training with the TIMBo program, plus some additions that I found helpful to me in my own … Continue reading Trauma-sensitive yoga isn’t a style. It’s a skill set.