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THE ROAD BETWEEN TWO PILLARS

These be some threshold times. If we are going to play in this space suit called a body, we might as well make good use of this other finite playtoy called Time, which among other things, invites us to do things with a sense of growth, evolution, and intention. These mornings in and around the last days of December always feel a little bit like tiptoe-time to me…

Hi there terrific turkeys~

Just lollygagging around a bit over the weekend, I was savoring the fact that I’m mighty glad I get to connect with you in whatever way it is that we do, from time to time. So much gratitude for you all, and for the space that gets carved out, even in cyber worlds, when we intentionally listen and share. Thanks always for your words, your practice, and/or just your presence.

Dear beloved friends and community,

If ever there were a time to steal away and enjoy some of life’s more glorious iterations, that time might be now and that spot might just be the french countryside.

No ‘might’ about it, we’re headed thataway and I’d looovvve to extend an invitation to you and yours…

It is with such sweet excitement that I present to you…

by Alphonse Mucha- Native American Woman with Flowers and Feathers

… But it sure can be of benefit to spend some time on one (thanks for the drumroll John Donne).

I am just back from the wilds of the woods on San Juan Island, and good lord I don’t even know how to express the beauty of this world sometimes.

WELCOME TO CLARITY.

INCLUDED INSIDE:
NEWS, EBB OFFERING, HITTIN’ THE ROAD JACKIE, LATE AUGUST SCHEDULE SHIFT, VITAL VITTLES- THINGS I LUV, AND MORE~

Always it's spring and everyone's in love and flowers pick themselves. ~ E.E. Cummings

WHAT THE… ? WHATEVER COULD IT BE, ALIGHTED THERE UPON MY EAR??

Ah sweet joy that it is to have a body!…

Full transparency, i have not always felt that way. There were many years when my body was not my friend- or rather, i was not a friend to her. Years of not listening or being kind; of the many traumas and stories welling up and me trying to silence them to the extent that being in my skin was darn near the most uncomfortable thing going. The alchemy that saved me had everything to do with the following ingredients- a body practice, food, relationships, words, and nature. I don’t think i could have done it without a one of them. All were required to relearn, or quite possibly find for the first time, an ability to plop back down into a body i had exited. I know so many of us are holding a lot these days.

..as well as the soft, the kind, and the creatively caring….

HI DEAR FRIENDS.

We are deep in the heart of women’s history month and i feel so moved by the feminine spirit these last few weeks. I know many of y’all aren’t on social media so i put a link below with some footage of a collaboration done here in San Miguel, with artist Ana Raga for International Women’s Day (check out her art- this woman is spinning lots of beautywebs out there!). It was an evening filled with the sorts of stories that both break and mend a heart, movement, music, art, and dance. A video is being created that will be up on my website in the next month or so. I’ll letcha kno, but until then, you can see some snippets at the links below.

Out like a lion, in like a lamb……
Happy month of unpredictability y’all~

As far as I can tell, the oldest mention of the lion / lamb proverb dates back to 1732, but is probably older than the eighteenth century given that much was shared through story and oral transmission. And you’ve probably heard it in both directions- lion lamb, lamb lion- which is not because people forgot the way the saying goes, but rather that our weather world expresses herself in all sorts of wild ways. If there’s one thing we’ve all saddled up next to this last year, it’s been the unpredictability of existence.

SOMETHING FOR YOU~

Y’all it’s m’birthday!

Well, not yet, but soon :)

So i am all sorts of alone down here in Mexico, which is a contradiction in terms right out of the gate, because no one is ever alone in Mexico! If it isn't the parks full of people enjoying the present moment and one another, or the vintage vw bug passing through the streets inchmeal and with loud speaker- irrefutably reminding you of “your place in the family of things”, then it’s simply the Virgin de Guadalupe whose image is at every turn and in every corner keeping you company (and whose presence is also a surprisingly undeniable and yet, so welcome and benevolent, friend to the dweller of Mexico).

I N T R O D U C I N G

NEW YEAR NEW YOU
(ALONGSIDE OLDER WISER BITS)

In a year where tears have fallen like rain, there is a way that we can be with it all, and let this rain water the plants of our deepest yearning - personally, culturally, collectively, and as a planet.. So that it can land on the soils of our darkest hour.. So that all can be held, suspended, in wet discomfort, and so that it can innovate new life and sprouted growth of untapped and even unfathomed possibility.

I N S I D E : : :
Holiday Schedule
Solstice Gathering
Last-Minute Present Idea - at a Discount
New Year New You Retreat
A Song

INCLUDED INSIDE: MEDITATION FOR SOOTHING AND SITTING WITH OPPOSITES, A MANIFESTO, A POEM, AND MORE WORDS STILL

Words, bones, and breath… i dont know of any better anchors for this wild animal of a mind….

There is much to tap into today. Many feelings of many sorts.

I see… butterflies

.. it’s all a matter of perspective I reckon :)

This week in class we had some fun with the echoes that exist in our innermost regions. For anatomists and lepidopterologists alike, there are so many fun facts and resemblances around these beautiful creatures of flight and the very scaffolding of which we are made.

Hello Friends,

In a world whose line between surreal and real can seem blurry at best, the practice of embodiment feels like a bit of a relief if not an anchor of grave import (playfully punned, see below)**.

Hello dear friends~

This is a shot i took a couple weeks ago while watching the sun drop down over the flatirons. This patch of grass was well nested by the likes of these bones during the pandemic, and became one thing I’m super grateful for- stillness and buns on earth. After years of urban living, a return to ground has been a sweet and necessary coming home.

Dear friends and community,

This week on zoom:

3 classes, 1 meditation, a sharing of worlds of words, and sculpture meets yoga meets sculpted mind/body/breath

This week I’ve been thinking a lot about viewing art, and coming to the body in similar fashion- such a thing to behold! To contemplate the beautiful and miraculous- that inner space of blood and salt, of freedom and pain, of every last wimpier of every last soul, as can be accessed through this mechanism of watching- it astounds me every time. We’ll have all sorts of options for your inner art viewing this wk through the frame of your mat, your mind, and the parameters of presence itself.

To my friends and community,

Here are the updates for this week in yoga:

HELLO DEAR FRIENDS.

I am back from the woods and crawling into my writer’s lair but at the same time so looking forward to coming up for air to practice with y’all and sharing so many things- especially a little sprinkling of the deep woods that I encountered while up in the higher altitudes.