Yoga Mentoring

Be the Whole AND the Parts (of Your Body)

Meet the 1 percent, aka the left wrist, which is down for the count for an unknown period of time. Yet our whole body did yoga today (hands-free as best we could) to let the 99 percent that is feeling fine have a nice workout.

All my life, I've been a collection of parts. My thighs and my belly have easily captured the starring roles year after year. Hands, feet, neck - these less...


Emotions

How to “Zip Up” – It’s Not As Weird As It Sounds

If I was small and cute like my very fierce and feathery parrot, Pearl, I could just bite the annoying people and be done with it. But since that won't work for me, I have to "zip up!"

Several years ago, I logged some significant time visiting an acupuncturist. At the time, I worked as a waitress at a cigar bar (BLEH) and my sinuses and overall health paid a daily price.

I also...


Recovery

Your Body: Friend, Foe or Frenemy?

If there is one being in my life who truly has zero struggles with body image or body friendship, it is my parrot, Pearl. He eagerly rushes towards any - and I do mean any - reflective surface he sees, keen to whistle in admiration at the prettiness he sees!

As I continue the healing process from hypothyroidism and life, small "inspires" (what I am starting to call tiny moments of inspiration) keep...


Relationships

Who Is Holding Your String?

I recently found this piece on clearance at a local shop and knew it had to be mine. Talk about a perfect one-sentence description of my path to date!

Many moons ago, my wonderful long-time mentor, Lynn, told me a story.

There once was a dreamy girl who loved to float far above the earth, visiting her friends the planets and stars, looking down at her small green planet from a perspective that was nothing...


Recovery

The Joy of Taking Up Space

Pearl, my 18-year-old parrot, eagerly claims any and all available space whenever the small rectangular flashing device comes out!

We all take up space. I take up a certain amount of space. My parrot, Pearl, takes up space as well - albeit less space than I take up, although he doesn't seem to realize this.

My nearly four-year-old tortoise, Malti, takes up more space than she realizes. On a rather consistent...


Yoga Mentoring

How Do You Move Into and Out of Things?

My pint-sized parrot is a born yogi - both flexible and utterly enthusiastic. (He especially likes how chewable the yoga mat is).

As I have continued to work on my at-home yoga practice, I find I am learning about much more than just yoga.

This makes sense, of course, since the word yoga means "union" (yes, I googled that).

As the story goes, the postures themselves arose out of watching and then imitating the natural...


Relationships

Living By Yourself or Living With Yourself

My parrot, Pearl, is 18 years old this year. He still cries when he wants to be cuddled, especially if I don't drop what I'm doing fast enough for his liking. He isn't shy about his constant need for social companionship and his company is a salve for my soul on all days, and especially on lonely days.

From the time I was a little girl, I have craved alone-time. I was a...


Yoga Mentoring

A Powerful Way to Tell Your Body “I Love You”

If there is one being in my life who never passes up a chance to look at himself in the mirror, it is my parrot, Pearl. He has been my closest mentor for what self-love and self-appreciation really looks like - honest, unvarnished, whole-hearted and so enthusiastic!

Love is one of those words that we tend to use so easily - casually, even.

"Oh I love you!" I might say when someone gives me something...


Yoga Mentoring

Working On Yourself Versus Working With Yourself

If there is one being in my life who truly works with himself and always has, it is my 18-year-old parrot, Pearl. He has been his own best friend (and mine) since we first met when he was just five weeks old!

Is there a difference between working on yourself and working with yourself?

If there is, it would sure seem like it might be a subtle one - after all, there is only one...


Emotions

Finding & Feeling Incandescent Joy

My young tortoise, Malti, happens upon a "found" blackberry while out hunting for lawn victuals - a true moment of incandescent joy for her and me both!

Lately I've been having these moments. They arise like a bubble rising up through a soda bottle - literally - like, I can feel them bubbling up out of me.

And then the thought follows: "I am incandescently happy!"

There is a real present-ness to these moments -...


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