See a penny, pick it up…

…and all day long you’ll have good luck.

Pennies find me all the time. When I step out of my car, there will be one on the curb for me. When I’m cleaning the studio, there will be one in the dressing room. When I’m walking down the sidewalk, inevitably there will be a penny there, too. I always pick them up and put them in my pocket. When I get home I put them in my change jar.

Notice I say that they find me. I believe they are actually seeking me out. Continue reading

The Junk Drawer Dilemma

I love drinking tea.  It’s always been my “happy place” even when things around me are crazy.  Even when I teach a hot yoga class I will sip hot tea.  

I have this nice green mug with a mesh basket for loose-leaf tea and a lid to steep the leaves.  Things can get a little hectic after I teach class chatting with students so last week I just threw the basket (with the steeped leaves) back into my mug and put the lid on it.  And forgot about it.  Until yesterday.

Yesterday I thought, “ah, what a good day for a nice cup of tea!” So I pulled my teacup off the shelf, took the lid off and…

Discovered a whole new ecosystem.

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Rock Me Like a Hurricane

This week the east coast had an unpleasant encounter with Sandy.  In some areas she was a bit irritating and inconvenient.  In other areas she was downright devastating.  The storm gave me a lot of time indoors and a lot of time to think about the things in my life that are really important. Continue reading

Strike a Pose

Tonight’s thoughts were inspired by fellow yoga instructor (as well as talented writer/artist/amazing person extraordinaire), Deborah Bluestein.  After class one day, she and another instructor and I were discussing postures.  Being the astute observer that she is, Deborah commented on how it was frustrating as a teacher when students would choose (unknowingly or not) to POSE in a posture instead of actually being IN a posture.

BRILLIANT. Continue reading

How Does it Feel?

Bob Dylan asks burning questions.  When you can understand the questions he is asking.  But really, so brilliant.

How does it feel?

Just sit with that for a moment.

I was asked recently by a student that wanted to know how far or deeply she should go into a posture.

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For the love of money

Finances.

When I type that word, my brain instantly fills with images of text from the Wall Street Journal, people in expensive suits, and coffee for some reason.  Lots and lots of coffee.  And then I instantly feel a bit stressed out and feel the need to clean my apartment from top to bottom with a toothbrush.  Because I’d rather do that than deal with…

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Worst Case Scenario

I’m homeless.

Not in the sense that I don’t have a physical building with a bed in it to retire to at the end of the day, because I do.  I’m homeless in the sense that “at home” can be defined as “relaxed and comfortable; at ease.”  My lease in my current apartment is up and I’m searching for a place to call home for September 1st.

For those of you that are doing the same, I offer you my condolences.

Apartment hunting is like on-line dating. Continue reading