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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.

DEAR FRIENDS~

What a week.
This last Thursday, we did a meditation on the natural phenomenon of the black hole. Its miraculousness, as well as the parallels it draws in this brain have been bouncing around ever since. That place where science (and a rudimentary understanding of it at that) meets my imagination is a beautiful playground of wild understanding. I’ve danced on the notion of the gravitational time dilation - that place approaching the event horizon where, to a distant observer, a thing would appear to slow down.

To say I am speechless in most moments is an understatement of the unstable and un-statable.

Nonetheless, I will attempt a few heartscribbles~

For those grieving deeply, my heart goes to you. For those birthing something new, or aspects of themselves that have longed for attention, I send support, and for those unsure about how to be with just about anything, I also send a loving nod in solidarity.

And the day came when collectively and all at once, humanity was ready to crack wide open and heal their most primal wound- that of being birthed into separation. The violence of that moment- of blood and explosion, of vulnerable hearts and lungs gasping and grasping, of uncertainty and despair, of being torn away from what was comfortable and kind- had all been laying dormant in their collective unconscious, But they were ready. For better or worse.

Good morning my friends,

There is so much to say and to feel in this moment, I don’t know quite where to start. While I have enjoyed the long walks and time with my books and ukulele, I am feeling a lot of heartache about the loneliness and lack of resources felt by so many of us.

I don’t know about y’all but over here, life has delivered some real humdingers of some weeks. As mutating pathogens sweep across the globe and the predictable political polarizations and perversities play themselves out on the grand stage of life, the microcosm in this little life has not been that different. And all is as it should be… as the planet turns.

A couple days ago, I landed on the island of women, where the water heals and like all of Mexico, things just make a little more sense to me somehow. I'm gearing up for our creative feminine masterheart/mastermind and have finally finished wrapping up a guided meditation for you.

Howdy friends~

I'm just back from navigating the wilds of Kauai and all of its green magic. It was beautiful and stunning, but back it Boulder, it has definitely made the inevitability of darkness (as in winter) all the more pronounced.

Many warm wishes to you on a day that is slowly thawing my inner frozen bits. It has been chiilllllly up in these parts. If you are elsewhere in the world, Colorado just had some abnormally early wintry weather and lots of it. It was stunningly beautiful, but my body is appreciating the sun right now, and this, I am finding is the remarkable and much welcomed pattern here (not unlike the unveiling of what lies within).

Speaking of.. there is lots to share in regards to the wintry season of shorter days and deeper thoughts. Below are some ways to be together and to be within that might strike your fancy...

Couple few love notes from moi ~

Hi my friends. Fall is upon us.The aspens are turning, whispered messages delivered by wind of slowing down and cuddling are sent and received, and I am ambitiously heeding those instructions with a mile high smile sigh. Quite literally.Caffeine in bed, yin yoga, community silent mornings (come join us) and twisting trails through the turning leaves might be some of the sweetest things on earth. I am relishing my return to the 4 seasoned way of chronicling time and ritualizing existence. Autumn in particular, with its note of sweet solace that sails in on crisp morning air helps me return to something I did not realize I'd missed.
Below are some of the ways you can maximize your season of introspection, nourishment, return to your own mystery bits, and deep enjoyment of gravity itself.

2 tings.....

This Saturday is our last Homegrown Yoga Boulder event!

When I went out to meet with the folks at Black Cat Farm earlier this summer, I was blown away with the intricate farming practices that they employ. Certified organic and certified biodynamic on 425 acres of sprawling farmland with mountain vistas, is a pretty picturesque way to till the soil. 

~Hello fellow human experimenters ~

I hope you are all feeling good in your bones and enjoying this time that brings with it a little back-to-school giddy-up that I positively can not resist, and won't even try to.

See below for a few offerings, catch-ups and inspiration for your more studious moments...

Happy season of warmth my friends ~

So many warm thoughts coming your way as we head in to the warmer bits of the year - may it coincide with an uptick in the warmth of your own ticker :)
Personal unfoldings have landed me in the majesty of the Colorado Mountains, with one little toe frequently dipping down in to the soils of Mexico, and life is good.

If you find yourself in the vacinity of abruptly, absurdly, and such absolutely, rising pieces of earth, often referred to as the Flatirons this summer, please join me for any or all of the following..

Greetings friends and fellow flowers,

For those that may be displaced or just want something different for their holiday week, we'll be having an intensive of wisdom practices in Marfa, Texas during the week of Thanksgiving (if you arent familiar with Marfa, i strongly urge you to check out this gem of a piece of earth and beauty unfolding).

More details to come but wanted to allow those of you to go ahead and sign up that have expressed interest because space is very limited. 15 participants only. Half price downpayment reserves your spot.
Reply to this email to make arrangements.

February most always puts a skip in my step. There are vdays and bdays and the ever-entertaining question- to leap or not to leap. And sure, we're only dealing with the accumulation of a slight excess in time, but golly it's nice to jump on board the metaphor and saddle up for a grand leap into the unknown, cuz.... well, why not?

This year has provided even more bounce for me than the average. I've cocooned myself in, as i am like to do 'round this time, taken a peek forward and back, integrated any stragglers that i have the honor of finding, and proceeded on my way. What i've been peering in to of late is an overwhelming sense of love and i have an inkling about the why on that:

If you're free and feelin it, please join me this Sunday as we caste ourselves far and wide in ferocious fervor and magnificent exuberance- that we might be met, in this world, by more of the same~

Poetry in Motion- Sunday, Nov 29, 4-5:30pm
Downtown Austin, Tx (reply to this email for location/reservation)
$10-25 sliding scale

This yoga class is an exploration of the creative field- which, like nature, at its essence is a pulsation- that which reaches as infinitely inward as it does out... to ride, to harness, and to be overcome by all at the same time..

Greetings fellow human beings.

Hoping you are all feeling snug in your bones.
It is a rainy October evening over here, and we are, unmistakably on the brink yet again. The meditation of the seasons and learning that o-so-repetitive lesson of impermanence... one of these days i'll get it.. maybe.. only to have it disappear, transmute, gone again. Sly little fox.. Shifty sand through the fingers of time. Ahhhh well......