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Why the HELL not bare it ALL!

There is at least one humiliating point in every parent’s life.  And mine happened last Wednesday when I went to pick my daughter up from school…

I bounced happily into the school room to find the teacher gaze over with knife-throwing eyes as she boldly began striding over to me.  I immediately thought, “Oh crap…what is my kid getting blamed for now.”  As her teacher began to say, “Ah, we need to talk about what Sienna did today,” I thought “AH-HAH!”   I was certain that I heard everything she was going to say before, but then I noticed a bit of trepidation in her voice.  At this point, my eyes probably glazed over as my daughter’s usually overconfident teacher had become moderately embarrassed about what she needed to reveal about my daughter (who it must be noted is only 5 years old) and her behavior during the day.  I braced for the worst.  (Inhale – exhale – inhale – exhale)  I can handle this I told myself mentally, as the teacher began to speak…”Yeah so Sienna was pulling her shirt up today and showing her boobies to the other kids in class.”  (and EXHALE!)

“WHAT?”  I thought. ” SERIOUSLY?” 

This is where I wanted to laugh, but decided against it since the teacher was so visibly disturbed by my daughter’s act of indiscretion.  Okay, now I am not saying what my daughter did was acceptable, but rather I began to wonder why my daughter chose to expose herself.  Her reasoning…“Why can boys not wear shirts, but girls have to?  Mommy our nipples look exactly the same!”  (Yes, my 5 year old is absolutely correct).  The parent in me explained the social norm, but the yogi in me thought, “Why the hell not!?”  (please note this is coming from someone who as a child never wore a shirt until I was forced to at 7 years old when I began to attend school).  I clearly see nothing wrong with my little girl running around naked.  In fact, who was it that ever made it okay for boys not to wear shirts but summoned all women to cover up. Oh, the thoughts did not stop there…

Instead they raged on…What is so wrong with stripping ourselves down?  What my daughter saw as literal, I am wondering more metaphorical.  What are we, as a society, afraid to let people see – our differences?  Or is it that we are too scared of our own vulnerabilities that we cannot imagine letting other people see our most intimate selves?  Maybe we more afraid of what we will find IN ourselves if we begin to disrobe?

I truly think that living in the raw, naked state, is one of the best feelings in the world.  It is essentially freeing!  I have to admit that it is not easy to do, allowing others to see your most vulnerable side, but it does offer a more passionate approach to living in the present moment.  I think we should all learn and live like a 5 year old at times.  Why not bare our most intimate selves, and begin to live fully in this life!?

Sienna, my darling, curious little girl, this one is for you!  Please do not ever stop being bold, daring, and carefree…and thank you for the NOT-so-SUBTLE reminder to live…

 

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I got my butt handed to me…and it was revealing

Some of my students ask me if I think yoga is difficult.  I do not think necessarily that yoga is difficult, but I think your approach to it can make the practice difficult.  For example, I practice Prana Flow Yoga, a fluid moving vinyasa, where the poses are not usually held for significant amounts of time (say over 1 minute).  This makes other practices of yoga, where holding the pose is the norm, quite a challenge for me.  In fact, to support some my my friends at work, who love Forrest Yoga (okay AND because I was overly curious), I decided to take a Forrest Yoga class offered at Kindness Yoga (awesome local Colorado studio, I might add).  I must admit from what I knew of Forrest Yoga, I was mildly nervous that I may not even make it through the hour.  I entered the room with such trepidation; I can only imagine this is what very new beginners to a yoga practice must feel like, my stomach was churning.  Honestly, it has been a long time since I felt like a beginner yogi, but the day I took Forrest Yoga, I was thrown back in time and slapped in the face with a whole different experience.  (All right, I felt like I got my butt handed to me.)  All joking aside, I must admit (because the teacher was awesome) I felt very safe and secure even though I was completely out of my element.  In those quiet moments of the breath, I also came to a very profound understanding…from the constant practice of any strong physical yoga, such as Forrest Yoga, I am sure that most students would be able to see concrete results – the new-found strength developing in the arms, the legs getting stronger, and the binds getting easier.  Putting all the physicality aside, however, it must be revealed that it is sheer determination to live and live mindfully which truly changes the course of people’s lives.

Recently, I read that when establishing a goal, say it out loud.  In this way you are declaring it explicitly to the universe and therefore setting the wheels in motion to achieve that goal.  It is the head strong determination of the heart speaking mindfully to the world which advances you towards your most deepest desires.  From my background in yoga, I believe this determination resides in the body as Prana; the underlying life force that motivates our soul, moves your being, and asks us to reveal our hearts desires so that the universe can give back all that life has to offer us.

So say it loud!  What moves you to live?

Once this declaration has been made, and the intentions of the heart are clear, never look back.  Instead go confidently!  As Henry David Thoreau (author, philosopher, and yes yogi) once said, “Go confidently in the direction of your dreams and endeavor to live the life you have imagined for you will have success in the most uncommon of hours.”  Today dare to declare something (maybe) that you have been finding out of your element but just nearly within reach, and from that position do something tremendous!

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What does the music on your iPod say about you?

I participated in an interesting indirect social experiment over these past two days.

Before I dive into details, I must provide some background…I love music.  All types of music.  I learned from my brother at a very young age to appreciate various genres of music.  Some of my fondest memories are of my brother playing the piano and singing in our living room.  My brother would play a wide variety from classical to rock pop, and I would love to listen to it all.  He could play on and on for hours, and to this day he still rocks out pretty hard.  I am grateful that my brother gave me an ear for music, as it is now an important part of my life.  Each time I prepare for a yoga class, I open iTunes and check out my listings for the perfect playlist of songs that will evoke the ambiance for the class.  I must admit I do appreciate music, but I am a bit tone deaf, so cuing up some tunes is probably the most difficult part of my preparations.  Therefore, I am always very open to suggestions on musical selections that may fit well with asana.  I often even encourage my students to share their favorites with me.  Little did I know that one of my students would take this quite literally and lend me their iPod stocked with some of their favorite lyrics.

And this is where my experiment began…I listened to someone else’s iPod.

When I first began listening, I thought “wow I like this song,” or “I know this one; it’s great.”  But then I began to listen to the song selection and the lyrics a bit more closely.  Suddenly I was transported into another place.  I felt as if I was receiving small glimpses into my student’s life.  Yes I was drawing assumptions of course, but from these thoughts I began to wonder what someone would think about me if I lent them my iPod.

What is on my iPod?  Open the playlist section and you would find the following: Asana playlists, which included bakasana, dhanurasana, vasisthasana, and other various yoga song lists; Dave Matthews; Relaxation (mainly Enya); Princess playlist (yep, this one is for my daughter); Kids Nap Music (yes, another one for the kids when I want to lull them to sleep, mostly when they are driving me MAD!); Top 100 of 2009/2010/2011.  And these are just a few!  And now I wonder what the music on my iPod says about me.  Do the playlists and song selections in someway ultimately define part of my personality?  I think yes.  My iPod is mostly yoga music, and then a mix match of so many other genres, which fits my Gemini personality well.  I often embrace change (some may say a bit too well), and desire freedom to explore.  Finally, I like variety, to change things up, to try new things, and appreciate others.

I need to thank my student for allowing me to borrow their (fire hazard) iPod, and sharing their passion for music.  Now I am wishing/wanting more of my students to drop their iPods off to me.  I promise to return them unharmed, safe, and clean.  Because not only do I get to hear some really great new music, but I also am offered a private glimpse into their world.  Hmm, so I leave you with this thought…

What does the music on your iPod say about you?

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remember to inhale ~ exhale ~ inhale ~ exhale (and repeat)

I was just realizing that it is now Wednesday and I have not written since two weeks prior to today.  When life gets busy, I begin to prioritize my to do list down to the bare essentials.  In doing this, I often miss some of those extraordinary moments of bliss that I relish in on a more regular basis.

 

My writing for example, which brings nothing but the pure pleasure of sharing to my heart, often takes a backseat.  Sacrificing those sweet moments of pleasure is like denying yourself a delicious bite of warm, dark chocolate molten cake because you are on that damn diet (for what…the fifteenth time now).  Does this happen in your life?  And what do you find yourself giving up, or losing?

 

Looking back at the past two busy weeks, I find myself wishing I would have taken the time to not shirk off those savory seconds of the day.  I should have dove into those blissful instances because relishing in those occasions often lead to some of the most inspirational discoveries about myself.  Now today, I move forward into this current stream of active consciousness with a fervor to notice those precious moments of creativity.  What can you learn about the shortcuts in your day?  Are you missing those little bits of yourself because the outside world has invaded your life?

In learning to ride this wave of life, the best advice I have ever received is to remember to inhale ~ exhale ~ inhale ~ exhale (and repeat) for it is the breath that drives our lives.

Blessings in the blissful, crazy, flow of life :-)

 

 

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Is life ever really blissful?

Entering into the last three days of Navratri, I bow to Saraswati.  She shows us that when we learn to focus our creative energies we can feel truly happy and inspired by this life, ultimately proving that life is and can be blissful.

However, after a cursory reflection on my past few days, they seem anything BUT blissful.  After a harried day doing research, I usually head towards home, stop to pick up my two lovely (LOUD) children, and  arrive home with time to spare for cooking dinner while I hear my husband (literally) pounding away at the basement before I run off to teach an evening yoga class.

Ah, this is when my bliss begins…

or so you think…

At this point it must be noted that sometimes the divine like to show themselves in completely ironic ways.  For as I arrive to my (what should be blissful) yoga class, I am confronted with yet more pounding from the community center’s kitchen remodel.  Yes, in the very same room where I am to be teaching my blissful class, I hear THUMP-THUMP-THUMP of the hammer, or the WHIRL-WHIRL-WHIRL of the screwdriver; the very same sounds that I tried to leave behind at my house.  I think most people at this point would be so very frustrated by the inability to catch some solace in their day.  Gratefully, I turn these crazy times into learning moments.

Is life ever really blissful?  Hmm…

I mean does anyone ever look at you and happen to mention the fact that you are looking radiantly blissful today.  Or does anyone happen to walk by you and capture your gaze for (what may seem to those bystanders) an exceedingly long bit of time just in hopes that you transmit your blissfulness onto them?  And if this does happen to you, I stand corrected!  (And please email me so that I can give you my schedule and we can cross paths, because I could use some of your ethereal bliss).  Instead, most of us live our lives by some sort of organized chaos, which I must admit is quite fantastic.

I think Sarawati would be doing us an injustice if she just turned us over to paradise; instead I find more joy in the unexpected moments of rapture throughout my day.  As I reflect deeper into my day, I find heaven in seeing my children smile and laugh; in watching my husband building out our basement with his own two hands; and in meeting someone new and talking to them about yoga (in some of the most unexpected places).  In all of these moments during my day, the cool breeze of blissfulness moves through my being.  No matter how ironic life can be, I do thank Saraswati for her insightful way of channeling our energies, aligning our focus, and helping us to see what truly matters in our lives.

Can you find your moments of shear ecstasy throughout your day?

Please note…they may be hidden in the most unexpected places ;-)

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My life as living yoga

“What do you blog about?  and “Why do you blog?” 

These are questions I often hear, as the purpose of my blog is not actually all that clear.

From a quick gander at my blog, you will notice that I do blog about my own life happenings.  I do not blog because I am so ego-centric that I need to share my life happenings with the world.  Actually if you were to approach me on the street, I would be the person who can barely make eye contact and the one that seems to be rushing somewhere quickly.  Or if you encounter me at a party, I tend to mingle apprehensively until I get to know more about you.

Here’s the truth…in those rushing moments on the street or those tentative talks at a party, I am most likely going nowhere fast and have a multitude of things to say, but I am ultimately too sheepish to strike up a conversation.   (Okay this is where all of my close friends call my bluff.  You are all laughing now…I can see it through the computer.  No really…think back to when we first met…perhaps so long ago, and you will find that I was exactly the way I just described.)

So if I am so (self-prescribed) initially reserved, you may ask, why do I often choose to share some of the most intimate stories about my life?  I reveal these life vignettes and connect them to yoga because I am hoping that you begin to see that your life’s stories can also connect in some way to yoga.  Yoga is certainly not all about the poses (and that will be explained in another post).  Yoga literally means to yoke, to unite, to link…the mind to the body.  My hope is that through my blog that people can better learn to find the mundane more fascinating and more intriguing.  There is so much more to life that I believe we often miss, because we are rushing here or there.  I feel as though our world is so stuck in productivity that we forget creativity.

Therefore, I blog so that you, my fabulous readers, can in some (perhaps even tiny) way be inspired to find yourself more in your body and be able to better discover your creative mind.  Ultimately, I offer you examples from my life as a living yoga, however seemingly perfect or IMPERFECT those examples may be, so that you can better find yours.

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Life is too short to eat yogurt with a fork!

Completely famished, I took my lunch out of my sack yesterday at work when I suddenly realized that I forgot to pack a spoon for my yogurt.  Luckily, I did bring a fork for my salad, so I figured that the fork would, or should, do just fine when I go to eat my yogurt.  As I sit there delightfully enjoying my lunch, I took the first taste of my yogurt using the fork.  Suddenly, it seemed the yogurt did not taste right, or very good at all.  I check the expiration date, nope, just fine.  I look at the ingredients list to see if the manufacturer maybe changed one of the ingredients since I last purchased the yogurt, but no, that was fine too.  So I went about eating the yogurt with the fork, trying to push out the awkward taste in my mouth when the idea of why my yogurt tasted so bad finally came to my head.  By eating yogurt with the fork, I was inevitably letting some parts of the yogurt slip through the tines.  I was never really getting the full flavor of each spoonful, and therefore it tasted awkward.  Oddly enough, and because I seem to find endless parallels in my life with yoga…don’t many of us live our lives this way too?

Think about it…

We often times go through life, maybe living to survive paycheck to paycheck allowing ourselves to become calloused to the idea of being able to fully enjoy the life we are given.  Or maybe you have more than enough, money/success/love/_______ (filling in the blank) etc, and become numb to your life’s abundance, shoving your gratitude for life under your doormat when you get home.  Regardless, of what group you tend to see yourself in, ultimately you are living the same (awkward tasting) life.  Just as the yogurt slips through the fork, you are letting the best parts of your life slip through its tines.  Now what if you were to stop, press PAUSE, just for a moment and list 10 things you are grateful for, and they must be 10 things you can see right in front of you.  If this practice is easy for you, then expand your gratitude list to 10 more things that perhaps are not directly in front of you.  Does this change the way you feel about your life?  Or maybe you feel different in an indescribable way, but do you notice that your frame of mind has shifted?

By practicing this idea of gracious living we can then begin to crawl out of our daily ruts, and begin to live more fuller lives.  I have been realizing lately through this very same gratitude exercise that life is too short.  We must allow ourselves every opportunity to be happy today.  Even though we assume that tomorrow will be here before we know it, life is way too short to be eating yogurt with a fork, so  I encourage you to pick up your life spoons and indulge completely in every bite.

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“If yoga was easy, it would be called stretching”

One of my friends asked me the other day, “Do you ever worry about people coming to your yoga class, thinking it was too difficult, and then never coming back?”  My first reaction was “no of course not, because I just assume that if they like my class then they will be back, and if they did not enjoy it then they would seek out another easier class.”  But then I began thinking (oh yes, now all barriers disappear with great thoughts; can you smell my brain burning?)…Someone leaving my class with a feeling of difficulty goes far beyond someone not liking my class.

I am a teacher.  I am a teacher of yoga.  Most students do not come to my class to get a workout (or at least in my mind they don’t).  I believe students come to my class because they are called consciously (or subconsciously) to face their lives and their yoga practice with deeper meaning; they seek me out to help guide them along their journey.  Okay this may sound a bit egocentric but what I am meaning to get across is that not every teacher is for every student, so I encourage you to find that teacher that speaks to your heart.  For example, the teacher that offers the gentlest form of yoga practice just may be your most difficult class, but the teacher that offers the easiest class may not be teaching you anything but a bunch of stretches.  As my teacher, Gina Caputo, once said, “If yoga was easy, it would be called stretching.”

So NO, I do not ask my students to stretch in the yoga practices that I offer.  I ask my students to reach; reach beyond all their wildest expectations.  I ask them to call upon themselves to find their evolutionary edge, and then dive deeper then they had before.  Are my classes easy?  I hope that most of my students would say “no.”

During every practice, I ask my students to go beyond their physical beings into their energetic selves; this is not an easy task.  Sometimes during this journey inward, we discover and uncover things that we never knew lived beneath our skin.  some of it may be great, and we gladly ride the pranic wave of excitement, and at other times we fight the fires of transformation, shutting down and closing ourselves up.  The students who close down and shut themselves up are most often those students who leave thinking they are not going to return to my class.  But I have confidence that when they are ready, these students will return, and they often return with a gusto in their hearts.  They are stronger than they know, and when they find their edge; I think for them the taste of embodiment becomes so much sweeter.

So I would recommend not finding the easiest yoga class in which to practice, but find the yoga class that pushes your evolutionary edge and takes you to those places and spaces that you never knew resided inside.

~ Blessings on your journey ~

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The Luckiest Year

Some people ask me if my life is all rainbows and flowers.  I wonder if this is a common misconception amongst many in relation to yoga instructors.  At times I feel that people seem to carry a serenity torch for me, yet my life is not free from the same daily struggles, and frustrations as most.  I think what may be different is my approach to those difficulties that arise in my life.

It is for this reason that I write for you, my students.  I want you to see that life is all about perspective and how you chose to view the situations that arise.  I believe if you approach life from a more rose-colored perspective, then life will be sunnier and sweeter in general.  There is always time to embrace new perspectives in life.  Maybe today is the day, a quite auspicious time on the calender too.

Yesterday was the beginning of the Chinese New Year, often called the Chinese Lunar New Year, the most important holiday of the year in China.  This year, 2012, the Chinese celebrate the Year of the Dragon.  This year more than any other is considered the luckiest year in the Chinese Zodiac.

The Dragon symbolizes power, freedom of spirit, high energy, adventure, confidence, and creativity.  You can harness the spirit of the Dragon to bring greater freedom and confidence into your life and your yoga practice.  I encourage you to ride the power of the Dragon and create a confident, healthy you, not only in body, but mind and spirit too; see the world from a new vantage point today!

It’s never to late to begin anew.  If you missed your fresh start at the beginning of this Solar New Year, then NOW is the time to embrace the new beginnings of the Chinese Lunar New Year.

~ Catch you in the Flow…riding the Dragon ~

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Keeping a legacy going: advocating for a cause

Have you ever read my About page?

In the introduction, I tell my readers that I was introduced to guided meditation and pranayama at a very young age and immediately noticed the mind-body benefits of conscious breathing and meditation.  No one has seemed to ever question when or how I came about learning these techniques, maybe my readers assumed I grew up in an ashram in India.  I did not, however, grow up in an ashram, and it is also not too often I actually admit that I am from the East Coast (Sorry fellow East-Coasters!  Really no one would believe me anyway, as I am much too hippy now), but I was born in Philadelphia.  I learned the early stages of breathing and meditation while attending school at Saint Hubert’s Catholic High School for Girls.  What?!  Yes, it is true!  Saint Hubert’s did more than provide me with a stellar education.  It was the springboard for the yogi I have become.

The faculty at Saint Hubert’s pushed my intellectual capacity for learning, but amidst the academic environment I was also coached to breathe and be with God (meditate).  Unlike typical elementary Catholic schools, where students are forced to attend Catholic rites and engage in ritual, while at Saint Hubert’s High School I was encouraged to learn how to incorporate the divine into my everyday life.  I must say this is something I carried forward today.  You may be thinking that I am crazy.  How can a Catholic school inspire a person to become a yogi?  Hmm, maybe I am not that far off.  Have you ever heard of the book Jesus in the Lotus: The Mystical Doorway between Christianity and Yogic Spirituality by Russill Paul?  A great read!  A review later, but just to mention…there is an overlap.

Today, I teach yoga.  The word yoga literally means to yoke or to bring together.  In yoga, the goal is to unify the mind, the body, and the spirit/divine.  Yoga is not simply a set of poses (or asanas) to keep us physically fit.  Yoga is also a pathway for discovering, and uncovering, who we are as divine living beings.  This desire to learn about myself did not simply begin four years ago when I started teaching yoga.  Rather it began, (I cannot even believe I am going to admit this – gulp!) 18 years ago when I stepped through the doors of Saint Hubert’s High School in Philadelphia.  My parents sent me to Saint Hubert’s because they knew that I would be getting the best education possible (without question) in the city of Philadelphia; what my parents did not realize was that the education I received from Saint Hubert’s would perhaps be more influential than my college years.

Why am I suddenly mentioning this now?  Well, Saint Hubert’s High School has been slotted for closure through the Archdiocese of Philadelphia.  There has been an appeal instated, and if Saint Hubert’s raises enough monetary support the school may be able to remain open.  For me, my high school experience was much more that a place to learn and pass four years of my life.  My high school years set the course for my future self.  It is because of Saint Hubert’s that I am the woman, and the devote yogi, I am today.

It was William Butler Yeats who said, “Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.”  And for the young women in the Mayfair section of Philadelphia, and the community surrounding Saint Hubert’s High School, it is this fire that empowers young children to become more, and achieve more than they have ever expected.  The present and future students of Saint Hubert’s High School deserve every chance to continue to burn their intellectual flames in a safe, nurturing environment.  For many of these students it is their respite away from the hostility of the city, and their solace for self-discovery.

Molly & Aubrey (cousins) ~ and Future Saint Hubert Bambies!

If you are interested in knowing more about the legacy of Saint Hubert’s High School, and how you can help to save Saint Hubert’s High School for future populations of women, please click on the following links: Save Huberts, Saint Huberts High School Website, St Huberts Alumnae Facebook Page, Save Huberts Press Conference Video.  If you have any questions, feel free to email me.

Remember you are not just helping to save a school; you are saving a community…a legacy of women, who deserve every chance to succeed in their lives.  It is my hope that this legacy never dies!

~ Once a Bambie, Always a Bambie ~

 

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