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You know the expression “become one with the Earth”?

I’ve always thought it was kinda cheesy. Like, really?! Not going to happen.

The more time I spend on my mat, the more I “get” it, this concept of becoming one. Not just with the earth, but with yourself. Blending breath with your body. Your heart/mind/spirit, working in unison. Building sweet harmonies, all on the foundation of the breath.

Break it down a little deeper… We are made up of water and other particles. We need the air to function. We need the Earth. We need trees, sun, soil, water. That is life.

Everytime you breath in, you’re using the earth. Everytime you exhale, you’re building the earth. It’s a continuous give and take. We all know, we take way more than we give from the earth. How can we give back more? How can we change ourselves so that we recognize our greed and halt it in it’s tracks, so we can ration the sweetness the earth has to offer? What can you do?

It’s the start of gardening season. Can you plant something this year? Anything. A flower. A pumpkin. A tree. Some corn/peas/broccoli/tomatoes? Put your fingers in the soil and get the dirt under your nails. Feel it. Recognize it for what it is and what it does for you.

Just as sometime in your day pause for a moment, mindfully take inventory of your breath. You probably are breathing very shallowly. Can you deepen your breath and feel that in your chest? Feel how the breath makes you come alive. Feel your heart beating. Feel your ribs expand as you breath in the crisp spring air.

Pranakriya yoga is so alivening. The attention we give to our breathing in these classes is delicious. The breath is front and center. Victorious breathing; Ujjayi. It’s a lifeforce. It is what keeps us alive. There truly aren’t even words powerful enough to describe the feeling of those moments, during and immediately after the intensity that is pranakriya. Entwining breath with motion so seamlessly that it’s as if you cannot do one without the other…. Then the sweet floating that comes from just doing nothing and soaking it all in. Nothing in your mind but the breath and your inner light. Breathing in more light, exhaling all darkness.

In that moment, you are able to become one.




Another rainy morning here in the mountains.

Another morning where I reluctantly rolled out of bed. The mental chatter this morning was literally: “I don’t want to get out of bed.” “I should get out of bed.” “I don’t even have to pee! Getting out of bed is unnecessary.” “I have to get out of bed. I have yoga.” “I NEED yoga.” “I NEED TO GET OUT OF BED” ***finally schleps out of bed.***

Yes. That was me. The sloth.

It was one of those mornings where I totally understand how sometimes, sloths fall to their deaths from their slowwwwww descent in trees, because they don’t even realize it and they let go of both their hands and feet (err… paws?) at the same time. Boom.

I felt like THAT sloth this morning. My brain wasn’t firing. My body was barely even maintaining the typical 5:45 auto pilot.

I was sleep-walking/driving/moving.

I got to yoga and had a mini heart-attack as “Flo” the Progessive spokeswoman, was standing the door at the insurance broker downstairs next to the beautiful door #10 (it’s a life size cardboard cut-out.. tomorrow i’ll take her picture).

Bam. I’m awake. Thank you Flo.

So it began. The enlivening. The waking up of my neurons. The stretching of my spine. The breathing. The prana.

Class was like a hike up a mountain today. It started slow, warming up, focusing on stretching, lengthening. Then, just as a hike would progress as you know you’re reaching the peak, the pace picked up. We went from slowww suns, to Ashtanga Surya B’s. Helllllo fire in my thighs, there you are. I can honestly say I kind of missed you… though I do hate you (chair pose). Warriors. Pow. Right there. Fire radiating from my core, through my hips, into my legs/thigh. Good Morning!

Then it was time for savasana. I never thought i’d say it, but I was actually disappointed it was time for savasana today. I was ready to ROCK. Let’s do this thing! But, savasana never disappoints and it was sweet and healing. My body stayed buzzing, I stayed wide awake (yes, even at 7am, I stayed awake in savasana). I’m pretty sure I *actually* meditated during that time today. It was new, it was nice.

Then I captured Kath for a conversation, I always feel a little guilty because I’m like *that* annoying student back in school. Let me stay after, or get there early, to trap the teacher into giving me more knowledge, more of their support, their blessing and attention.

Let’s be honest though… I have ALWAYS been *that* student. All through school, any place I ever lived, I was *that* kid. It’s me, so I just have to accept it as normality. Sorry Kath. 😛

I guess it’s the price those teachers pay for having that wisdom and giving it away to students though, so really, I’m just grateful to them… and to myself for having the courage to allow them to pass it on, even just by being in their presence.

I’ll abruptly end this post by letting you in on some humor from my life. Yesterday, I left yoga to go to work, at a very un-yogic atmosphere (and industry). I’m the only one that is even slightly a yogi/hippie/free-spirit type, and it works for me and the company, though I do get some flack about it.

Ridiculous but perfect e-card material? I think so.

Ridiculous but perfect e-card material? I think so.

I walk in and have a realization. I forgot something in the lounge at the studio. So before I even realize it, out comes… “Dang it! I left my granola at yoga!”

My boss looks at me and raises his eyebrows… Like “really?!” and says “Could that statement be ANY more crunchy!?”

It could have. It would have been even better if i’d have had one of my homemade green monster juices in hand that morning. ha.

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Chobani Greek Yogurt: Pear w/ granola

I’m happy to report I got my granola back today.

Day 12.



1/3 of the challenge completed! While that’s an exciting milestone, I’m not really excited about it. I don’t want the yoga challenge to end. Last year I was so disappointed it was over.

I love being able to say “See you tomorrow” to my yogi friends as we disperse from the lounge after class. I love the energy and exhuberance that follows me throughout my day when I go to morning yoga. I love being awake before the sun—WHOA did I just write that? My fingers must be high.

The title of my blog post is kind of ironic considering the REAL drug incident yesterday morning… but it was said in class today, as a joke because the studio is on the same block as a pharmacy. The pharmacy peeps would get mad when yogis would park in front of their building “because we need to get prescriptions!” So it was said… “but we DO come for the drugs”. It’s true. Anyone who tells you otherwise isn’t being honest.

We are addicts.

We come to get blissed out on savasana. We all have our drug of choice. My favorite for maximum bliss factor is navasana. Navasana and then VERY quickly, as fast as you can, down to your back, hands out to your sides, palms up… BAM. Right there. THAT is why I do yoga.

Some of us may need a 12 step program. Well, actually, for a lot of us, yoga IS our 12 step program:

  1. Admit we are not in control
  2. Let breath & our body restore us
  3. Decide to turn ourselves over to  the body & breath
  4. Take an honest inventory
  5. Be honest about our faults & limitations, whatever they may be
  6. Do the practice that heals us
  7. Push, just a bit further towards growth
  8. “Clarity of the mind, Kindness of the words, Compassion of the heart”
  9. Namaste. See the light shining in ourselves and know that it is in all others. Find that light.
  10. Meet yourself where you are in each moment, without judgement or expectation
  11. Clear the mind. Be fully present.
  12. Take everything you’ve gained from the experience and practice it in all aspects of your life

So there. My take on the Yoga 12 step program.


Class was practically comedy central this morning.

Kath and Kate were hilarious.

“I make my living telling people to stretch. Reminding people to BREATHE. You pay for this.”

When you break it down like that, in it’s simplest terms. Yes. She does. It’s money well spent. I’d gladly pay her to do it forever.

It is kind of ridiculous though that we can’t just make time for it on our own. We have to schedule it into our lives, and I don’t mean on our own time. We HAVE to pay for it. We have to write it on our schedule, IN PEN, and not miss it “because I paid for it!” That is how we make ourselves go. When it’s free, we don’t do it. We neglect it. We take it for granted. It gets pushed aside and instead we’ll pay for a movie, or fast food, or something that is equally unrewarding.

I’ll gladly take that $10 I’d have spent on a heart-actack in a bag and give it to Kath instead.

In all honesty, I’ve told myself before… “I can’t afford it” in reference to going to yoga every (week)day. That’s a lie. We go to lunch every day at work. I go not because I *can’t* pack my lunch, but because I need the socialization. However,  on average, I’m sure I could save that money and put that toward yoga instead. It’s a choice. We just don’t usually make that decision.


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