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Showing posts with label international yoga retreat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label international yoga retreat. Show all posts
Friday, June 20, 2014
Midsummer Night...
The summer solstice, "Midsummer Night", is today and in honor of that shift we made hippie flower headdresses and homemade Epsom salts. This auspicious day is about checking in, taking inventory, and seeing what you need to "wash away"....
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Here is what I have...
Clarissa Pinkola Estes is a truth speaker and a total inspiration. Anytime I need a slap upside the head, I open her book "Women Who Run with Wolves". Like most women, I STRUGGLE with my body image. Especially since I have broken my year long strict candida cleanse, I have put on a few lb's. I am nice and soft and round and...soft and round. Ha! All of the women on this retreat are true goddesses, and we all share a similar fight, that against the mind and ego telling us that we are less than, not enough, or too much. I read this passage from WWRWW and it really hit home for us all...
"The body is like an earth. It is a land into itself. It is as vulnerable to overbuilding, being carved into parcels, cut off, over mined, and shorn of its power as any landscape. The wilder woman will not be easily developed by redevelopment schemes. For her, the questions are not how to perform, but how to feel.
The hips, they are wide for a reason, inside them is a satiny ivory cradle for new life. A woman's hips are outriggers for the body above and below; they are portals, they are a lush cushion, the handholds for love, a place for children to hide behind. The legs, they are meant to take us, sometimes to propel us; they are the pulleys that help lift us, they are the 'anillo', the ring for encircling a lover. They cannot be too this or too that. They are what they are.
There is no "supposed to be" in bodies. The question is not size or shape or years of age, or even having two of everything. But the wild issue is, DOES THIS BODY FEEL, does it have right connection to pleasure, to heart, to soul, to the wild? Does it have happiness, joy? Can it in it's own way move, dance, jiggle, sway, thrust? Nothing else matters."
Can my body move, dance, jiggle, sway and thrust? NOTHING ELSE MATTERS.
After class we did a journaling exercise and wrote a poem based on one by Ntozake Shange. Shanges' goes...
HERE IS WHAT I HAVE...
POEMS
BIG THIGHS
LIL TITS
&
SO MUCH LOVE.
To write your own....
Line 1: "Here is what I have..."
Line 2: Insert noun (yoga, dances, knowledge, etc)
Line 3: one body part (that frustrates you)
Line 4: one body part (that you love)
Line 5: &
Line 6: blank
Line 7: "and so much <insert word>"
My poem was...
Here is what I have...
Yoga
Big ass
Huge smile
&
So much fucking joy.
Namaste beautiful people !!
"The body is like an earth. It is a land into itself. It is as vulnerable to overbuilding, being carved into parcels, cut off, over mined, and shorn of its power as any landscape. The wilder woman will not be easily developed by redevelopment schemes. For her, the questions are not how to perform, but how to feel.
The hips, they are wide for a reason, inside them is a satiny ivory cradle for new life. A woman's hips are outriggers for the body above and below; they are portals, they are a lush cushion, the handholds for love, a place for children to hide behind. The legs, they are meant to take us, sometimes to propel us; they are the pulleys that help lift us, they are the 'anillo', the ring for encircling a lover. They cannot be too this or too that. They are what they are.
There is no "supposed to be" in bodies. The question is not size or shape or years of age, or even having two of everything. But the wild issue is, DOES THIS BODY FEEL, does it have right connection to pleasure, to heart, to soul, to the wild? Does it have happiness, joy? Can it in it's own way move, dance, jiggle, sway, thrust? Nothing else matters."
Can my body move, dance, jiggle, sway and thrust? NOTHING ELSE MATTERS.
After class we did a journaling exercise and wrote a poem based on one by Ntozake Shange. Shanges' goes...
HERE IS WHAT I HAVE...
POEMS
BIG THIGHS
LIL TITS
&
SO MUCH LOVE.
To write your own....
Line 1: "Here is what I have..."
Line 2: Insert noun (yoga, dances, knowledge, etc)
Line 3: one body part (that frustrates you)
Line 4: one body part (that you love)
Line 5: &
Line 6: blank
Line 7: "and so much <insert word>"
My poem was...
Here is what I have...
Yoga
Big ass
Huge smile
&
So much fucking joy.
Namaste beautiful people !!
Wine Tasting!!!
Our group of 14 took VITALONGA winery by storm yesterday! We had the BEST evening of wine tasting and then came home for a kickass dance party. Yoga this morning was painful for most the girls, but they did it!!! Yay for hangovers that let us know that we are alive and how important it is to take care of our bodies hahahaha !!!
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Siena and Aperol Spritz!
Golden Buddha Yoga ITALY RETREAT June 2014....SIENA.
Today our group of 14 split up and cruised the streets of Siena. We were on our own for lunch, so Cass, Sarah and myself stumbled into a side street restaurant and ordered ourselves a meat plate, a cheese plate, and some porcini mushroom risotto. We sipped on Aperol Spritzs which came with a "warm appetizer"....a soft chewy bread, rolled with delicious ham and fried. GAH. Heaven.
Rolfing and Flying.
Rolfing is a crrraaaazy amazing form of bodywork, and thankfully Teah, the hostess for this retreat, is a rolfer! She's also powerful and amazing and an amazing acro yogi. So last night, after everyone had gone to sleep, we rolled out blankets in the kitchen and she "flew" me while "Rolfing" me. Apparently she made the discovery that by flying people it opens up certain parts of the body allowing for deeper access. All I gotta say is WOW and OW! Amazing.
Monday, June 16, 2014
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Is It A Whale...?
....Or A Shark??
This is the conversation that we were having moments before I hopped off of the boat and into the water with this 25' Whale Shark. I decided that it was more whale than shark and off I was!! I swam way faster than anyone else on the boat so it was just me and this big, peaceful creature of the sea. I couldn't stop giggling because I was so excited and simultaneously incredibly nervous, swallowing water as my smile let in water. This was the most magical day on the water that I've ever had....and I have spent MANY a day on the sea. There were dozens of dolphins and two humpback whales that were inches from our boat, giving us a show - rolling and flapping and flipping and singing. My heart was skipping a beat and I was paralyzed with joy.
A big thanks to our main man Ira, who not only showed us the most amazing time and educated us about environmental conservation, but he also joined the local band at lunch and sang us one of his original songs!! Ira has lived in Baja for the past 21 years, and he was a wealth of information.
I am SO incredibly grateful for this AMAZING day.
Godbless.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Monday, September 30, 2013
All week long I had the group shouting "I AM A GOLDEN BUDDHA!". What seems cheesy proved to be totally moving and transformational...what you think, you become. Shift your internal dialogue and you shift into a powerful space. I was inspired by this simple affirmation when reading the final chapter in Gabrielle Bernsteins' "May Cause Miracles". Yesterday in Rome, I got a necklace made up that read "Golden Buddha" and I wore it with a smile, thinking back on the amazing week that was had!
Golden Buddha

In 1957, a group of Tibetan monks was informed that they would have to move their sacred shrine because a highway was being built on that land. A focal point of their inhabitance was a huge clay Buddha, which also had to be relocated. Moving the Buddha was no small feat. The monks arranged to have a crane move the Buddha to their new location. The moment they started lifting the Buddha on the crane, the clay began to crack. To make matters worse, rain was pattering down, deepening and widening the cracks. To protect the Buddha from further damage after it had been moved, the monks covered it with tarps overnight. During the evening, the head monk went under the tarps with a flashlight to check on the clay Buddha. Upon shining light on the Buddha the monk noticed golden shimmers of light radiating from the cracks. He brought back his chisel and hammer to chip away at the clay and uncover the shimmer from within the Buddha's frame. As the monk chipped away at the clay Buddha, he realized that it was not clay after all– the Buddha was made of gold. Surprised by his discovery, the monks were eager to determine the heritage of the Buddha. They learned that many centuries earlier, their predecessors worshiped the Buddha in its golden form. These ancestral monks got word that the Burmese army was coming to destroy their community and attack them, so they covered the Buddha in clay to protect it. The monks were killed in the attack, but the army placed no value on the clay Buddha and therefor left it unharmed.
reason for this story… "Inside we are all Golden Buddha's, but we grew to believe we were made of clay. Our ego's false perceptions led us to grow into a belief system that covered our inner light. We've spent years, maybe decades, masking our truth. Now it's time to embrace our light and reconnect with our Golden Buddha within." – Gabrielle Bernstein
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Roma.
Rome (noun) : a town in Italy that can be summed up by three adjectives... chic, antique and totally romantic. So in love with this ancient city paved in cobblestones! Today's schedule was jam packed with every touristy site-seeing thing on the list...with a break for lunch, where I had the most delectable octopus salad (with potatoes and olives, lemon juice + evoo) and grilled eggplant with tomatoes. Amazing. Breathtaking. Heart warming. Romance-inducing...Roma.
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