yoga

Dear friends and community,

I am so aware, these days, that I am standing on the shoulders of giants. That has not always been a cakewalk. It’s given me a lot of shadow to work through and idiosyncrasies to iron out (or embellish :)), but it also makes it possible for me to know the most exquisite moments of life.

Newton first uttered the giant sentiment when talking about collective learning—our species' unique ability to share, preserve, and build upon knowledge over time.

Somehow, in this season, on this planet, gratitude feels a little more accessible. And for sure- when we are in a shadow, ruminating with dark thoughts, or watching some of the horror that we are capable of, it can feel like there is no way out or that there’s little room for hope. But spring and the way that it builds itself on top of winter as well as the evolution of a species that creates, builds beauty, and pontificates, is a pretty magnificent thing. The building effect that spring teaches me about, reminds me that I am merely an extension of what has come before me. Every flower in the field is created of everything that decomposed in the soils around it, that it might come to bloom.

This unfurling frond (me), with all her particulars, is a testament to the shoulders on which I stand. And it is the ingredients with which I get to bake my own cake of a life that are up to me.. what it is I want to add to shadow (perhaps some leavening powder to help us rise). But I am increasingly aware of the opportunities, grace, and the wisdom of my forebears- they too get folded into the bountybatter. And thank goodness. Thank you life that has preceded me.

The fact that I get to bury my face in a bush of lilacs, and have that scent move through the olfactory system, and into a memory of a two year old at the house that I grew up in with lilac bushes lining the driveway, and then beyond that and into something ancient (Because I’m pretty sure primordial soup smelled like lilacs. That seems like a trait that would persevere. Darwin, can you back me up here?.. or whatever smell it was that gave the organism pleasure, kept it sage and safe.. ) — all that was possible because what proceeded me allowed me to have a body and have that moment.

There’s so much to feel and wash through as we rebirth ourselves into every single moment. And the more we shed, the more we know about how very lucky we are. As I contemplate a life and an evolution of love itself, I can’t help but feel the presence of my ancestors, the drum of a beating heart to her own unique rhythm and the aliveness of all that is possible.

~ I hope you can join me this Friday night for some PREVERNAL PRESENCE and the meaning of the early growing season on a planet that grows, a body that widens and a heart that knows no end.

YELLOWBARN FARM~ Fri May 12- 5.30- 7.30pm ~

This class uses a combination of poetry, breathwork, meditation, and yin & restorative yoga to guide us toward the endlessly giving space inside that is not unlike the gifts of spring and her outpouring of generative love. We will get curious about where we have blocked ourselves from being in the fullest expression of life, we'll lay bare our quiet heart's desires, and we'll seed the soils of the flesh that they might be planted for the greatest harvest yet. This class is a time for deep reflection, sensing what wants to be born and working by folding, unfolding, and folding again, these bodies and these beautifully emboldened bones. To listen inside a season that wants to illuminate and give, is a generous thing to offer our busy and consuming lives. It brings rest to the system, restores balance to our health, and creates clarity of vision and mind that will take us into our worlds with refreshed calm and delight.

Sending lots of love in your unique unfoldment, you wild brilliant creatures that are an extension of the original seed.