We are bombarded by noise. I am a part of this. I love music to play in my home. I use all forms of social media to communicate at all hours of the day. And this writing even is a form of noise. From small talk to animal videos and political posts, it is hard to even buy a moment of silence. There is so much to try to process and also the opportunity to process nothing at all. It is no surprise with this relentless sound that so many suffer from an inability to sleep or

I hesitated. Do I need a mentorship? Can I just do some self study? Do I need to invest in this now? I already knew that Christen would be a joy to work with, but I wasn’t sure about the long-distance video thing. I chatted it over with friends, with my husband. During this consideration, I realized that I’d become pretty comfortable in my teaching. For me, that was a pretty big deal, because for the longest time, I got super-nervous before every class I taught. While I’

What do they (whoever they are) mean when they say to find “The Middle Path”? Do they mean to find the exact point of center and never waiver from it? To be sure that you don’t upset anyone, and that you always play it safe? Or do they mean that you get to know your edges? Do they mean that you know and submit to full-fledged exhaustion and that you know what it is like to go huge and crash and burn? I just returned from a thought provoking and soul stoking day with one of my

My husband and I once were only friends. He lived on my couch for a summer, one when I was pretty wild and young, and in the mornings, following most big nights out, we would play video games in an effort to recover. Every once in a while the batteries in the remotes would be dead and we would have to put the game on hold and wait for them to return to life. Their batteries needed a recharge. I find that I notice this quality now less in video game remotes and more in my o

When stepping into this mentorship opportunity I was excited to explore what was behind being a more intentional and meaning filled teacher. New to the yoga-teaching field with a year under my belt I wanted to find a place to grow my teaching. I wanted to be sure I was serving my students with the most integrity and heart I had available to offer them. I wanted the influence of a teacher that I not only trusted but a teacher that had a vision that was visible and contagious.

As an adult, I reminisce about being young and playing dodgeball, kickball or any game really, and yelling, “Do Over!” This signaled an automatic, God-given right to try again. I find that in my adult life I rarely get this opportunity and if I do, I am uncertain if it makes me look weak or unprepared when I ask for it. The wild, or at least, remarkable thing about this is that every year, Mother Nature gives the forests an honorary “do over.” Each aspen tree has its fina

Autopilot has been given a bad rap. Autopilot can be good for many things. Thank goodness autopilot kicks in before you rear-end someone with your car. What a blessing it is that your body takes a breath when you need oxygen in an uncomfortable yoga pose, that your heart continues to beat even if it is aching, that you don’t pee yourself at the first feeling of the urge. However, reconsidering the patterns you have that you have chosen, that are not life and death, wet pant

You know in your bathroom, on the outlet, there is a reset button? What is that button for? As it turns out, the electrical system in our house can get overwhelmed. It seems to happen in most homes when the curling iron and the hair dryer are plugged in at the same time. An extraordinary electrician built in the opportunity to relinquish our electrical system by providing it a reset button. Question is, do I have a reset button that I cannot see? How do we recover from a