Trauma-sensitive yoga isn’t a style.  It’s a skill set.

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.

American Yogi

"America! America! God mend thine every flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law!" - Katherine Lee Bates A few weeks ago, I was in Colorado teaching at a yoga festival, and I've been trying to find a way to write about how amazing it was.  Considering the current political climate and the … Continue reading American Yogi

Depression is a motherfucker.

Depression is a motherfucker.  Yeah, I could have thought of a more eloquent adjective, but the thing about the blues is that you are so busy trying not to succumb to feeling low that you don't have time for thesauruses.  You might get distracted from your original purpose and spend two hours down an internet … Continue reading Depression is a motherfucker.

There’s No Cure for Menstrual Rage

"The truth is, women are people and should be treated as such, with time out for physiological interferences..." - Amy Vanderbilt, Amy Vanderbilt's Etiquette (1952) Do you remember those drug commercials for Sarafem, a "new" treatment of PMDD?  (That's pre-menstrual dysphoric disorder.  It's like PMS...but...well...worse.)  I remember the commercial featured a woman trying to pull a stuck shopping … Continue reading There’s No Cure for Menstrual Rage

One Whole System

This morning I awoke to some very similar physical symptoms. My eyes and face are swollen, dull headache, and my muscles are sore. I had ten hours of sleep, and I am still very tired. These are all the markers of my particular brand of the "TIMBo hangover." I have finished another four intense days … Continue reading One Whole System

Meet Me On The Other Side of the Street

Last year, I was finishing my facilitator training with TIMBo and preparing to facilitate my first group.  I didn't do much marketing for it other than writing this very long email to the yoga studio about "my story."  Frankly, after I wrote it and sent it out I wanted to hide under a rock.  I just … Continue reading Meet Me On The Other Side of the Street

Overexposure

“Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.” -  Rabindranath Tagore For the past five years, the whole month of February I am weepy.  I don't get out much other than to do the essentials like teaching or grocery shopping.  I notice that I spend many hours on the couch watching … Continue reading Overexposure

It Defined You

I remember sitting in my first TIMBo facilitator training pouring my heart out about my past and making the declaration, "I know that this experience doesn't define me." A trainer stopped me, "But, it DID define you.  You can't have that experience and it NOT shape you...and that's a good thing." My brain recognized this … Continue reading It Defined You

So Many Stories. Just Enough Time.

Last week, I was making coffee so that my brain could function for my 5:45 am class, and I had the thought, "I don't feel right. I can't do anything until I feel right."  My mind started to claw and concoct ways to get out of every obligation.  I gazed down at my planner, and … Continue reading So Many Stories. Just Enough Time.