In our busy daily lives, digital devices (phones, tablets, and computers) are often part of our entire day. We wake to the alarm chimes on our phone, we check our text messages at the whim of an electrical “BING”, we feel as though we must respond immediately to the list of emails in our inbox, we occupy times of boredom scrolling…
I recently received a delicious email. I loved the questions it posed so very much, and found it so insightful, that… Read more Pre-Transformation Yoga Nerves Q & A
by Alex Lanau
Ever wonder how to be healthy in a never ending sea of information? Me too.
My intention is to find the Tao of Food, the so-called Middle Way between starting every day swirling coconut oil and a colon cleanse or ingesting bacon, hashbrowns, a cigarette, and a chug mug of cola. I want to shine a light on the absurdity…
In last month’s newsletter I talked about a mindfulness practice I’ve taken up as a result of a photograph that caught… Read more Friendliness Meditation
For the fifth year straight, non-profits are taking part in #GivingTuesday. It’s a great way to give to causes close to… Read more #GivingTuesday
Paradoxically, even before our month of retreat begins, there can be a sense of completion that comes from arriving into this moment of beginning. When the long period of preparing and planning and gathering funds and anxiety about preparedness are over, now there can be full being-ness.
We came up with a caption for our first reunion, which took place near Mt. Shasta in Weed, CA “We inhaled, but we didn’t smoke, in Weed, CA” Photos have arrived.
I glanced about at my students and everyone who had been giggling and laughing as we came in, now had this look on their face. It wasn’t a giggle. It could have been a frown, maybe even a grimace. It was a very straight face. Really, a perfect poker face, because I could NOT read it. So again, my mind cycled, and I thought, “shit, I lost them!”
Back in 2002, everything in my life was in flux. I had left a well-paying though boring job in Japan, a primary relationship was rockily ending, my sense of home-base was up in the air, even my identity felt fluid and uncertain. I often woke in the night, breathless with fear about my uncertain future, scared that a wrong choice would somehow forever screw up my life,