Warrior Women

Sarah, Temma, and I took a hike up to the waterfall in Sierra Madre. We found a nice shady spot to get our yoga on! Enjoy the pictures.

Sense of Peace

It's 8:35 in the morning. While I wait for my tea to brew I scan over my 22 new emails. My inbox looks like it's been hit by a tornado. Nothing is in order, but they can wait. I scan the stacks of paperwork, magazine layouts, and raw text piled up on my desk. What to do first? The familiar pang tightens around my right should... the stress knot. Very easily I can let it all get to me. I can become distracted or overwhelmed with it all...I can allow “it” to become daunting.

But where's the joy in that?

Two more minutes and my tea should be brewed. My Sense of Peace.

This artfully crafted, recyclable tin sits, filled with lovingly blended sachets, on the shelf above my computer. It blends in with all the trinkets I've placed up there. Throughout the day my eyes gaze up and delight in these small trinkets, which bring me joy, peace, solace, and nostalgia. A picture of an airplane taking off and a small statue of the Eiffel Tower remind me of travel, a Mariksa doll and picture of my little sister remind me of childhood, origami, a model MINI cooper, a picture of my boyfriend, and a yellow piggybank all create various emotions—happiness mostly. I let my eyes dance around the objects until they undoubtedly land back on that tin...teatime.

Two minutes up… I sip on “Sense of Peace” and white tea created by Master Blender Zhena Muzyka of Ojai California. Her “Gypsy” teas are becoming a sweet addiction, one that I share with family, friends, colleagues, and yogis alike. I like to think about this kind-hearted woman gently blending this tea for those she loves… even if she doesn’t know their name. She gifts the world with such a small token, but really (for me anyway) sitting down in the middle of a hectic workday and enjoying a cup really can impact the way I respond to things, the stress I feel or don’t feel, and may sense of peace.

There’s less than half a cup left now… time to return to reality.

With Peace.

Backbend Bliss

The Beautiful Backbend: Urdhva Dhanurasana



Benefits
A Stretches the chest and lungs
Strengthens the arms and wrists, legs, buttocks, abdomen, and spine
Stimulates the thyroid and pituitary
Increases energy and counteracts depression
Therapeutic for asthma, back pain, infertility, and osteoporosis


Urdhva Dhanurasana or Upward Bow Pose

A heart opener; Stacey joyfully pushed up into this pose—yes blood may have been rushing to her face and her wrists and arms may have trembled a bit, but as she stretched into Urdhva Dhanurasana she felt energy rushing through her body. This pose stimulates all sorts of areas that we as adults forget to feel. In my practice, I find a child-like joy in the pose. Not only does it strengthen the core, but it also opens the heart.

I found a perfect break down in Yoga Journal: http://www.yogajournal.com/poses/473

I suggest following up with a lovely “legs up the wall pose” for a counter stretch. End your day with this…bliss!

Namaste.

The Wandering Yogini

Life’s journeys can be like grapevines, twisting around each other, some ending, while others can seemingly twist into eternity. This metaphor is true for my many journeys, so much so, that sometimes I find it difficult to differentiate between them. Which came first? Which am I on? Which have ended? These many journeys are so closely intertwined, they compose one solid branch that is the core of my existence. So, as we’ve all question; what came first the chicken or the egg, I too question what came first the yoga or the travel?



For majority of the time I am convinced that the travel came first; but then again, I think back to my childhood and vaguely remember singing to the trees—if this isn’t a form of yoga, I just don’t know what is. My first “real” yoga class took place in Maui; but I remember sitting in prayer in my hotel room in Costa Rica before that, and before that I recall falling into meditation in the temples outside of Tokyo. These are all forms of yoga, which are so deeply intertwined with my love of travel, almost as if the two go hand in hand. I can’t fly without practicing pranayama breathing, or practicing an asana at the back of the plane. And even when I have absolutely no intention of practicing my practice seems to find me (see image attached to blog post: http://freeyogini.blogspot.com/2008/04/bend-it-through-bikram.html) as during a hike in the south of France I found my “OM”.

It’s the most powerful moment when that realization hits you that this practice is one of the core threads in your life. It changes you…it’s changed me. Which is why I’ve become the wandering yogini.

Laugh and Be Free

We took a drive up the coast, pulled into the state beach, and set up camp. Cell phones went off—or on silent anyway—tents went up, and the kayak hit the water. The blue waters and glowing sunset illuminated our campsite. Responsibility and stress melted right off my back. My sister and I laughed, and laughed. We laughed when we squished ourselves into a one-person kayak and nearly tipped it over. We laughed while practicing yoga on the beach and getting splashed by a mini “sneaker” wave. We laughed when setting up our campsite—something I haven’t done since childhood. It was a laugh-fest weekend, mixed with wine tasting, braving cold waters, and soaking up some much needed rays. It was relaxing and refreshing, but I found my true mediation, my true peace, in laughter. It was my “yoga” of choice for the weekend; it was almost like being a child again: Being okay with looking silly and doing headstands in the sand, running on the beach like a wild child, and just being free in general. This is something that escapes us in adulthood so frequently.

There is this picture in my Grandmother’s house that I love to look at. It’s of myself as a toe-head little girl running on the beach. I don’t really remember that day, but I remember the feeling of being “free like a child.” I hold onto how happy it makes me feel every time my Grandma tells me about that day. It’s a return to the core of who I truly am; that girl that sings about trees, the girl that runs and giggles on the beach. We can’t allow this freedom to escape us. Yes, there is responsibility in adulthood, yes we all have obligations, yes sometimes we are just downright too busy and too tired to embrace this freedom, but try to find it, or better yet just allow it to find you, and when it does laugh and be free. …Or just do Happy Baby Pose until you become a happy baby!

Love, Peace, and Namaste.




Stacey in Standing Bow Pulling Pose Dandayamana Dhanurasana