So I haven’t had a smart phone for six months. Yeah, I forgot to talk about that… but I decided to give it up for six months and see how it went. And I did it. I went six whole months without a smart phone. As of June 2019, I have one back.
Having a smart phone meant I just haven’t gotten as many photos of my life over the past six months of 2019. But I thought it was time to give at least a brief update, even if I don’t have a ton of photos or anything…
Teaching Yoga at The Lodge at Woodloch
Here’s the truth, though. Pictures really can’t capture what actually goes on. A picture can’t really convey how absolutely life-changing and exciting it’s been to teach yoga at one of the top destination spas in the country with a team that’s truly wonderful and supportive.
Here is our fitness team in all our glory… š
A picture can’t show that I’ve taught hundreds of classes and spoken to thousands of people about yoga, meditation, art, journaling, poetry, yoga therapy, yoga philosophy, etc. A picture can’t show all the meaningful, small moments of touching someone’s life, or helping someone relax in ways they’ve never experienced, or holding space for someone to cry and release, or just letting someone have fun while exploring their body and the world in a unique way…
A guest recently told me, “It’s so obvious that you love what you do.” And well, I do! She isn’t wrong. While teaching so much has its challenges (I’m doing about 20 classes a week), I wouldn’t change this season I’m in for anything. I am seriously changing so much–as a person and as a teacher.Ā
Some co-workers and I goof off. š
300-Hour Foundations in Yoga Therapy
A picture can’t communicate the absolute beauty of my 300-Hour Foundations in Yoga Therapy training. I’m halfway through, and it has absolutely changed me life. This training has stretched me and grown me in ways I can’t possibly convey at this moment in time. A picture can’t communicate how transformative this training has been–especially this past June weekend–and that even with current personal problems I’m facing, the utter love and beauty and healing that happened this past weekend is beyond both pictures and words.
Pictures cannot communicate the strength, warmth, honesty, courage, nobility, grace, and wisdom our training leaders have blessed us with so far. Does it sound like I’m gushing? Because I’m not. I truly have met people I deeply respect and hope to emulate with my life. The real deal. Real yogis and yoginis (which just means someone dedicated to union and healing).
Here is one of my teachers this year… Chinnamasta Stiles!
Yoga means union. It means unifying your mind, body, and spirit so deeply with Truth that you whole life becomes a radiant beacon. I have experienced so much light in this training, and especially in June. I have changed so much since the beginning of this program. All of the cob-webbed, darkened rooms of my heart have been exposed, and healing is coming every month. All of the pain of the last 6 (okay, letās be honest–31 years) is finally being cleansed.
And yes, it’s been intense. The trauma was deep, but the healing is deeper. I’ve a long ways to go. I have hope, though. Real, tangible hope.
But a picture just can’t really show it. Let’s just say… I will forever cherish the opportunity to take this 300-hour yoga teacher training and invest in myself with such a depth of knowledge, love, and wisdom. And I will forever be blessed by the other women in this training who have shown me such love when I needed it the most. They truly rock!
These women are pure gems–each and every one!
So yeah. That’s really all I’ve got right now. While I’ve been pretty quiet on the blog, LIFE has just been one crazy, monumental shift in a positive direction. My life is changed forever. And yeah, it’s been hard–real changes and learning and growing always are–but it’s been so, so good.
So that’s my 2019 for you.
