: : : What tumbles through in the night + 2024 schedule is out ~

Hello beautiful people~

Over a week ago I had a dream that lingers even still. Every now and then I will have a dream that is so vivid, it feels i’m living inside of it for a while- like a bubble inside my waking life. The first part of the dream was a train ride that seemed to be moving about in the lap of luxury. The conductor arranged it so that I could join the excursion, and off we went- delectable food with a private chef, stopping off at little islands delicately wrapped in mist, and with a group of people with whom I had all sorts of scintillating conversation. It clearly meandered around some version of Europe (or western civilization). Somewhere along the way, I made a decision (without knowing I made the decision) to take a detour. The course I was on started its way down to Africa (or the origin story of the Motherland) and there was talk of visiting the land of the sacred fertility ceremonies. From a small but sound bridge from high in the sky, like something I might have read about back in the day in Invisible Cities, I looked down and someone pointed out the gigantic waves that our ‘people’ had crossed over in order to reach greater land and in order to survive. I felt a sense of uneasiness entering the unknown - this mysterious land of the Mother. But something in me knew I was having an opportunity to understand something rarely seen. 2023 was a year swathed in some loss and heart hurt that had me understand the strides a heart makes inside a lifetime and the greater strides of a species inside a line of ancestral procession reaching all the way back to the beginning of time. What we have come through- what they went through- harrowing and narrowly escaping demise is no small thing and worthy of every ounce of gratitude. It was also a year of exquisite beauty and connection. I get to have a life that exposes me to symphonies, literature, high-cultured ways, and simultaneously, there is a guttural utterance that asks of me not to forget what allowed for such beauty. As I uncover and unearth more and more inside of this body, the tapestry of an understanding that predates my being blows me away.

Knowing where we come from and studying our DNA are profound and fascinating things to do, but having a body born sense of origin is something else entirely. I honestly give credit to these practices I have had the great privilege and honor to engage. I am forever grateful to the lineage of teachers that have allowed such exploration, facilitating enough release that I might be able to glean the deepest sorts of data- beyond word and into molecular unraveling- The first breath. The first laugh. The first …. It’s all here for us when we slow down enough to listen.

I turned the dream over with one of my besties and as friends often do, she pointed out even more layers that I hadn’t fully seen, as is so often the case inside of the fogginess of the dreamscape. In this tiny moment of a dream in the night, with what came tumbling through, I am reminded of the well of gratitude I hold for the teachers that have given me tools, the friends and community that collectively take it all a level deeper, and the gift of life itself.

It is my intent to continue to explore ways in which I can revere this life- through practice and togetherness and in the ways the MOTHER might adore. And perhaps most especially at a time when it seems reverence for life is not practiced by and for all the people and all the earth.

The 2024 schedule is out!

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These are all small-batch, homegrown, boutique-style for the masses, itty-bitty bite sized groups so that we can go deep and give everyone and everything ample air time, reverence, revivification, and ruddy- if not rapturous, respect.

February 13, 20, 27:
MEDITATION-
~ The Poetics of Presence and Loving Stillness

March 10- April 7:
EARTHBOUND BROADS- Part 1
~ This is where the real rubber meets the road. A 5-week deep dive into what it actually means to hold the masculine and feminine with real practiced & practical presence. What all other offerings revolve around. Nature driven, self aligned, science and art informed, and in service to WE.

April 25-28:
THE REAL FEMININE MYSTIQUE
~ Embodiment practices, art, literature, culture, and sisterhood in Mexico City

May:
~ Teacher in residence- San Miguel de Allende, Mexico

Aug 1-4:
THE WILDERNESS WITHIN
~ A return to innocence through all the important practices of yoga, meditation, & lake swimming in the magic of the Appalachian mountains of North Carolina

Oct 6-20:
EARTHBOUND BROADS- Part Deux
~ Building on Part 1, this is a 3 week deep dive into the catalyzers of emotion and energetic transmutation

Oct 31- Nov 3:
FIESTA FEMININA
~ Dia de los Muertos & the explorations of origin in San Miguel de Allende

November:
~ Teacher in residence- San Miguel de Allende, Mexico

Dec 6-8:
RESPLENDENT AS A ROSE
~ Practices of deep nourishment and wintering in the majestic mountains of Boulder, Colorado

** Every offering also has one scholarship position, so inquire also about that if you think you may qualify. And/or pass along to someone you think might be a good candidate. To give the folks in our lives opportunities for deep rest, presence, and renewal is one of the biggest things we can offer.

And on the Regular:

LIVING ROOM YOGA
As ever, quick and easy soul food from the comfort of your squatting quarters. These classes are real, candid, deep, fun, artistic, nourishing, and convenient. Via Zoom. Git. ‘Er. Done.

YOGAPOD YIN
Monday nights live and in person! 7pm.
This has been the sweetest group of deep divers. Join us!

1:1
Zoom or in person coaching, yoga, or coaching + yoga. Nothing beats the depth we can achieve when we combine forces, lean into the mystery, and design to our liking, a life of our deepest loving & longing.

Would love to have you join us ~

As my dream fades away, the residue is a feeling of holding two very deep truths and it points, yet again, to the marriage of opposition and the pas de deux of paradox all swirled up into one (something we constantly hold in a yoga practice). To deeeeeeply know origin, is to know all of it- what is surface value, and what it subterranean, what is overt and what is subtle, the earthbound andthe interstellar, the swampy and the refined, what is conscious and what it is to know we can never ever know or be known.. Birth and how we got here is a gorgeous loud beautiful mess of snot and blood and drool and miracle; and a painting of a night sky hanging on a single nail in a museum can speak with such articulate gesture that it leaves one frozen over with awe. The deepest spaces in life are when we hold and know BOTH. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, the all and the everything…… which, of course, you already had so I need not give you a tootin’ thing ;)

And along those lines, a poem for you:

I want a word that means okay and not okay, more than that: a word that means devastated and stunned with joy. I want the word that says I feel it all all at once.

The heart is not like a songbird singing only one note at a time, more like a Tuvan throat singer able to sing both a drone and simultaneously two or three harmonics high above it— a sound, the Tuvans say, that gives the impression of wind swirling among rocks.

The heart understands swirl, how the churning of opposite feelings weaves through us like an insistent breeze leads us wordlessly deeper into ourselves, blesses us with paradox so we might walk more openly into this world so rife with devastation, this world so ripe with joy.

-- Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

A thousand blessings for your new year, beautiful humans. I hope you enjoy the swirl. This life and livin’ thing… she’s pretty darn special.

Love to the max,

Julia