Monthly Archives: March 2012

Windows and Doors Open

By Linda Oshins

Spring! Daffodils in various shades of yellow, cream and white! Bleeding heart among Virginia bluebell. The early spiral of ferns unfurled. Flowering trees right and left. But I can still take my daily walk and find myself several hundred feet down the road without having noticed my surroundings. Lost in thought. Lost in time.
But every spring I remember to do this walking meditation. As I walk, I cycle through the senses.

Seeing……….hearing……..tasting…….touching…….smelling…….mind. Seeing……….hearing……..tasting…….touching…….smelling…….mind.
Seeing……….hearing……..tasting…….touching…….smelling…….mind. Seeing……….hearing……..tasting…….touching…….smelling…….mind.

Over and over as I walk. When I say “seeing” silently to myself, I notice what I’m seeing. When I say “hearing” I notice sounds. When “tasting” I am aware of sensations in my mouth. When I get to “mind” I notice whatever is arising in my mind. The Buddhists consider “mind” another sense organ, just like the eye or ear. An organ of perception, not the central definition of who you are. You are not that.

I’ve done this meditation in two ways. I cycle through the senses rhythmically and equally, moving to the next one every 4 steps or so. Or I stay absorbed in one sense arena until a thought intrudes, and then I move on to the next. Either way has its gifts.

Time slows, stops, but also passes fully in that when I return home I have a long trail of memories of spring in its fullness, not the plan for my next blog or the decision about a diner menu. My lungs are full of its smell. My mind is still.

In the north country now it is spring and there
is a certain celebration. The thrush
has come home. He is shy and likes the
evening best, also the hour just before
morning; in that blue and gritty light he
climbs to his branch or smoothly
sails there. It is okay to know only
one song if it is this one. Hear it
rise and fall; the very elements of you should
shiver nicely. What would spring be
without it? Mostly frogs. But don’t worry, he

arrives , year after year, humble and obedient
and gorgeous. You listen and you know
you could live a better life than you do, be
softer, kinder. And maybe this year you will
be able to do it. Hear how his voice
rises and falls. There is no way to be
sufficiently grateful for the gifts we are
given, no way to speak the Lord’s name
often enough, though we do try, and

especially now, as that dappled breast
breaths in the pines and heaven’s
windows in the north country,
now spring has come,
are open wide.

͠ Mary Oliver

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Be the Calmest Person in the Room

by Marcia Miller

Last fall a group of us from Yoga on High were fortunate to spend part of a day with Dr. Herbert Benson at the Ohio State University Medical Center. A cardiologist by training, Benson is the man who put meditation research on the map over 35 years ago with the publication of his book, The Relaxation Response. At 76 years old he had the rosy cheeks, cheery countenance and vitality of someone who is passionate about his work and takes daily time to restore and renew himself though a meditation practice.
It is a privilege to be teaching yoga and meditation at a time when the technology developed by yogis thousands of years ago can now be tested by modern scientific methods and found to be valuable in ways that matter to people living in this 21st century. I’ll use this blog entry to write up some of the things I remember and have been sustained by from the two programs I attended with Dr. Benson.
Once his very first study showed the usefulness of meditation he had his staff do a worldwide search to see who else was doing the simple repetitive practices that he was practicing as meditation. Of course they discovered that every culture and every religion has such practices. The universality of the techniques was a thread that was woven through everything he said. And, that the specifics of the practice need to be chosen by the person meditating. He welcomed people of every religion or no religion to use words, phrases or repetitive activities that were meaningful to them. In his studies he had people of different traditions practicing side by side and each one received the benefits I’ll describe below. His respect for all traditions was palpable and made it very enjoyable and easy to be in the room with him.
His basic technique is very simple: for more than 10 minutes and less than 20 minutes gently repeat a word, phrase or short prayer that has meaning for you. When the mind wanders (and you can be sure it will) just say to yourself, “oh well” and come back to the original focus. At the end of the session, sit for another minute with eyes closed to experience the feelings of well being. Then get up and go about your day.
There were several things he said that have stayed with me. One is that the simple act of practicing the Relaxation Response affects our genes. Each of us has many genes, but not all of them are expressed. The environment of the gene will help to determine whether the gene will express (turn on). In the environment of daily practice (remember, this is only 10-20 minutes a day in their studies) there are 3 gene-types that do not express: ones for stress reactivity, for inflammation (an important marker for all kinds of diseases) and for aging. This is true whether the person has been meditating for 30 years or for as short as 8 weeks. Yes, even 8 weeks is enough time to begin to reprogram genes though the effect is stronger the longer someone has been meditating.
To the degree that any disease is caused by stress the practice of the Relaxation Response will help. With many scientists suggesting that 80% of diseases have stress as a major contributing factor, the implications of ongoing research are huge. Benson and his colleagues studied the effects of meditation on irritable bowel and the research confirmed that meditation helped. Studies by other researchers have revealed that people with many diseases (cardiovascular disease, depression, chronic pain and diabetes to name a few) can benefit from meditation.
Another study Benson mentioned showed that doctors who were practicing the relaxation response had patients who got well faster. On average their patients left the hospital a day sooner than those with doctors who were stressed, resulting in the savings of around $2,000 per patient. This really got me thinking. The relaxed doctor was probably more alert and responsive to whatever treatments were needed, but also likely helped his/her patients to feel more at ease since relaxation is catching and helpful to the body’s ability to heal itself.
With this in mind, I considered the benefits that yogis and meditators confer on the people around them, just by being in the room. Could it be that we are often the calmest people in the room? Could it be that we are the ones others want to sit by in difficult meetings just because they feel more relaxed sitting next to us? Could it be that by doing our practices and becoming calmer we contribute the health and well being of all around us? I watched Dr. Benson deflect potential antagonism over and over just by being what I imagine is his normal, cheerful self. Because he was not reactive to any negativity in the room he continually won people over, not by facts and logic (though he had plenty of those) but by his way of being. I have seen this frequently with longtime yoga practitioners as well. Their very deep calmness calms others around them, reducing conflict.
This is very exciting to me in another way. One of the main reasons that people stop practicing yoga, I think, is that they feel it is selfish to take time for themselves. In our busy, busy lives, they think it an indulgence to feel that good and to take time away from their “real” work. But what if our real work is to be a beacon of calm in the world? That no matter what else we do, our calmness is a healing force? Let us all become the calmest person in the room, knowing that our peaceful vibration brings peace to all we meet. In the words of Saint Francis of Assisi, “Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace.”
And as a special treat I offer a simple chant here that you can learn and repeat as a reminder of your own peaceful power.

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Finding Courage and Commitment with 108 Sun Salutations

by Jasmine Grace

This past weekend Yoga on High held an annual event for Yoga Stops Traffick -- a foundation set up to bring greater awareness to ending human trafficking in India and across the world. Teachers and students showed up in support of this event, and we all dedicated 108 sun salutations to the cause. Seven different teachers taught 12 salutations each, and Tom Griffith did 24 total as he had the honorary job of opening and closing the practice with the Ashtanga invocations. Thanks Tom! Each teacher brought their unique style and voice. It was a beautiful marathon of ujjayi breath.

We encouraged people to rest and modify poses when needed. It was beautiful to see people taking care of themselves this way, listening to their bodies and connecting with yoga as a mindfulness practice. Personally, I went in and out of focusing on human trafficking—sometimes well aware of the intent of this event, and sometimes absorbed in the beauty and movement of the yoga practice itself. Hoping that in some small way each inhale helped and each exhale dissolved some part of a problem or struggle – anyhow and anyway! Letting each sun salutation be a prayer of hope for someone in need. As I practiced faithfully listening to “inhale” and “exhale” cues, I definitely noticed how the endurance training for running showed up in the completion of this meditative task.

Something weird happened to me right at the beginning that I want to share – I felt like I was smiling the entire practice. It was like a Mona Lisa smile, very peaceful, and the smile held a large space for the courage and commitment to finish the practice. It was blissful. However, in the room I wasn’t the only one feeling courage and commitment. Two of the teachers who stepped up to teach for Yoga Stops Traffick are part of Yoga on High’s year long Teacher Training Program, Lindsey Wallace and Yuka Anderson, and in this class they found their voice and rhythm. My smile grew larger when I heard their voices. Being a new teacher myself I know the courage it takes to put yourself out there and teach, not only in front yoga students but other teachers too! They did a beautiful job and I wish Martha Marcom (Ashtanga Director and currently on vacation in China) were there to witness their accomplishment. I know she will be proud.

In closing I want to dedicate my 108 practice not only to stopping human trafficking but also to finding courage and commitment to follow your dreams and live your best life! Thank you Lindsey and Yuka for your inspiration.

Carpe Diem, Jasmine

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Any Amount

By Jennifer Gebhart

The Multiple Sclerosis students arrive 15 minutes early to be set up in a restorative position to calm the nervous system and rest from the chronic fatigue many of them suffer.   As they sat up for our greeting and announcements, everyone seemed to be bright eyed and have garnered some energy from their respite. The last announcement was Yoga on High’s third annual involvement in the mission to stop Human Trafficking.  I announced to the class that I did not expect them to participate in this event but wanted them to be aware of events in our community. WAIT! It dawned on me—literally, a light bulb went off in my head—that although they could not do 108 sun salutations on March 11 due to their MS, they could do 108 sun salutes between now and March 11. This would make about 5 sun salutes a day. Five a day may sound easy to some people, but it would be an incredible accomplishment for this group!  There are challenges with completing 5 sun salutes a day such as remembering the sequence of poses, even after multiple repetitions, and the fatigue and dizziness that seems to be engulfing the class lately.

 

The class members are enthusiastic about having a goal and a “purpose driven practice.”  I have been encouraging them to practice a little every day, which can often ease the symptoms of MS.  Now they have a goal to work towards.  Many have begun researching this devastating problem of Human Trafficking and feel their practice can help others, if not with money, with dedication and intention.

I am also looking forward to the results of how their daily practice will affect them and their symptoms.  Stay tuned.

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The greatest gift you can give your self

Anne Marie Blaire reminisces and plans for the future.

As Jerry was reading the announcements in class last night, he was telling students that he (and many of us) first took Tim Miller when we could barely do the poses but Tim found a way to work with our bodies and capacity at that moment.

I wanted to chime in “It’s the best gift you’ll ever give yourself. You’ll never regret any time in Tim’s presence. And you’ll learn you are capable of great things – including laughing at your self when Tim points out “skinny side and chubby side” when you find binding in one of the Mari’s easy or difficult (chubby side).

I held off interrupting because I was for the first time a bit sad about Tim’s upcoming visit. This would be the first Tim Miller weekend workshop (+ bonus teacher training days) I would be missing in nearly 10 years. My brain switched to wondering if Tim was really going to Copenhagen this summer and whether I will have found a yoga studio in Paris where I could host him. I had much to accomplish if I was going to get Tim to Paris this summer, but the practice was in front of me and the moment to “chime in” was gone.

I can still remember my first Tim Miller workshop. It was intimidating! The room filled with 50+ students many of whom I didn’t know since they had traveled from Michigan, Illinois, Kentucky, Pennsylvania and other parts of Ohio for the workshop. Clearly many of these long time practioners were more flexible than I was. I would soon learn many floated lightly through the transitions and balanced in poses like Titibasana with ease. I stayed focused and on my mat. The Friday evening session was easy, I broke a light sweat but thought I can do this. I’m not sure what I expected “Tim Miller” (aka Mr. Miller if you’re Yo) to be like but clearly he was this world-renowned yogi; he would likely have a persona, which would take up the room. But that was not the case, I found this California Surfer looking guy, with a quiet voice and demeanor, verging on shy and a bit nervous in front of the large group gathered to study with him. He was as humbled by our attendance as we were by his instruction.

Day Two, Saturday morning Primary Series aka “The audition” as Tim calls it. It’s just the Primary Series with a handful of more back bends. I found Tim’s pacing and counting invited my body to open up in ways it had not opened before; things which had been challenging or inaccessible were suddenly more accessible. No he didn’t sprinkle magic fairy dust and I wasn’t suddenly “super yoga girl” but I was so completely present on my mat, my mind wasn’t drifting, I didn’t once glance at the clock (yes, even teachers get bored within their practice from time to time), I was just happy.

As we rounded the corner to the finishing series, I was DRENCHED in sweat. I soon learned that Tim compared backbends to pancakes “The first one you toss out” and “The more you do, the easier they become”. And he was right, my legs were stronger and more engaged, my back finding greater ease and extension and I was perspiring so much my face was drenched. “oh my god, I’m sobbing”. I stopped and realized that my face was covered in tears, I wasn’t in pain, nothing was flashing in my brain to cause me any discomfort. My body was shaking and I started to panic, wondering if anyone had noticed? Thankfully, I was secure in the back corner of the room next to Jerry and I knew he wouldn’t be fazed by what was happening. I pulled myself together and went into the lobby, found Brooke and continued to cry. Again with no idea why. I was used to being in control (at work and in life) but whatever was happening was beyond my control. I made my way back into the room for savasana and had a deep and restful savasana. Martha and Linda both had thoughts on my “experience” and when I called my wise cousin JoJo at lunch she simply said, “you let go of something you didn’t need. There’s no need to question it. Go looking for something”. Jojo is wise!

Tim found me after lunch, Martha had shared my experience with him and without knowing me he said “The backbends created some opening, this is good,” channeling his best Guruji voice. I smiled and he gave me a little hug as if to say it was ok. I received in that moment more compassion and fatherly love than my own father had been capable of. The shy man, with the voice, which sometimes quivers, had become my teacher.

Later that afternoon, Tim played Asana Doctor and we all watched and learned as students would ask questions about difficult poses, tight spots in our bodies or seeming limitations. Tim introduced us to his favorite adjustments, PNF or eccentric stretching which was about the only thing that would penetrate my quads of steel.

On Sunday morning, we practiced Suryanamaskara C – Tim’s improv practice which draws upon the finer points of the Primary and Second Series. It was challenging and fun. Tim taught us pranayama with retentions, which were scary for me but I felt like this guy was not going to give us something we were not capable of handling. We finished the session Tim passed out song sheets. Ok I went to Catholic school and had to sing, I’m not so much a singer but I took the sheet and waited. He pulled out a magic box (his harmonium) and began to play the most beautiful chords. I felt my body shift again and as we chanted I began to weep again. This time, I wasn’t freaked out but I felt secure in the space Tim had created and I welcomed the tears knowing I was simply letting go of something I didn’t need anymore.

Much like Nils, my dog, knows exactly when morning is breaking, noon and 5pm because his belly tells him so, I know Tim is coming when the beautiful crab apple trees begin to bloom along 3rd Avenue between Perry Street and Neil Avenue on my short drive from Grandview to the Studio. It’s as if, overnight we go from winter to ushering in Spring with Tim’s arrival. The trees go from barren, to green and then explode with white flowers –“it’s Timmy Time”.

During the first few years, I would always snag the spot in the back row, by the door to the lobby. A friend joked that I must always have my “exit strategy” and she was correct. In the early years, I thought perhaps he might not notice if I was using only half my effort for the backbends, but then I quickly realized he found me (and everyone else) in the room exactly when I needed a little more encouragement, assistance or an adjustment for my “chubby side”. My strategic spot has allowed me to sneak in a few minutes late as I’m not a morning person, or duck in with an iced espresso or tea after lunch without disturbing the group, it’s also made me the “official lighting girl” for ten years. Each class as we begin to settle for savasana I’ll hear Tim request “Anne Marie will you dim the lights” and after “Uncle Timmy” read us a bedtime story for savasana and we would surrender to our mats, the bowl chimed and again the voice “Anne Marie, lights please”.

While I first came for the asana, I quickly learned I was fascinated by the philosophy and Indian folklore too. As a devote of Hanuman, the Monkey King, Tim loves to tell the story of Rama, Sita, The Demon King and Hanuman who saved the day. I’ve fallen for the monkey and all of the fantastic, epic stories that illuminate life lessons and provide guidance for navigating the world.

Tim was a devoted student of Pattabhi Jois (aka Guruji), and for the millions of students who never had the opportunity to study with Guruji, Tim brings to life the essence of his spirit with compassion and a respect for tradition. As one of Guruji’s early American students Tim was entrusted to transmit the practice, pranayama sequences, philosophy and epic stories to future generations. To meet him, you sense he has never taken this responsibility lightly.

And while I cannot recall, recite and translate all of the yoga sutras, Tim’s thoughtful approach to imparting the essence of Patangali’s Sutras at the start of each morning has guided me to understand another philosophical approach to humanity and our role within the world – one that makes sense to me. His extensive study of Astrology provides yet another layer of perspective for where we are in the lunar/solar cycle, how it impacts our practice, lives and interactions with others.

In the way you adore (endure) your Uncle’s silly stories or a professor’s jokes, no matter how many times I hear Tim “re-use” his material or Guruji’s, it always brings a smile to my face, a lift to my navasana and a sense of strength. I was taking a class in Paris this summer when someone tried to use Tim’s line “As Tim Miller says, “ Why your boat sinking?” I laughed. At the end of class I told Charlie, “If you’re going to impersonate Tim, impersonating Guruji, it should sound like this.” He laughed and promised to work on his Gurugi/Timji intonation.

Tim is like a one man circus! He draws you in with the physical practice, tells you a really great story, invites to you to breath with intention and then offers beautiful music and a chance to join him in paying tribute through the vibrational quality of chanting. And all of that is included with the price of admission!!!

Over the years I’ve come to regard Tim not only as my teacher but a good friend. I’ve traveled to Chicago to work with Tim and flown to Tuscany twice to spend a week practicing yoga with Tim (drinking wine, eating really well and meeting other amazing yogi friends of Tim’s was the icing on the cake). While in Tuscany the first year, my mother fell and was suddenly nearing the end of her life. It was the practice and the space Tim and my new yoga friends held for me that carried me through the week, 3000 miles away from my cutie, and prepared me to practice the ultimate in non-attachment.

I woke last night unable to sleep with a million thoughts going through my head; I reached for my iPhone and checked my email. To my delight an email subject header said “Paris in July”, I couldn’t open Carol’s email fast enough. Carol (Tim’s wife) was writing to tell me Tim had been invited to teach a weekend in Paris en-route to a week-long workshop in Copenhagen this summer.

Ahhhhhhh! I was instantly elated. I had just told someone “I’m going to need to work on Carol and see if she’s ready to learn French and explore Paris with the same level of enthusiasm she embarked on her Italian adventure. It appears I didn’t have to do much other than “think it” and Timmy in Paris is happening.

I joyfully dashed off an email alerting Carol of a great site to find an apartment and sent a note to my friend and former yoga student who had moved to Paris to share the good news. I suggested to Carol that we begin introducing their daughter Leela to French food now, in hopes that she will fall in love with Paris and French culture as I had and ask her dad to bring her back to Paris every summer (autumn, winter or spring would work too).

The sadness, which I’d felt just eight hours earlier when I thought about missing Tim this spring, disappeared. I was excited for PARIS to meet my yoga teacher and for Tim and Carol to bring a sense of family and familiarity to my new world.

I thought about which students I really wanted to share the gift of Tim with this year. Last year I recruited a few Modified Primary students to take the leap and trust me, it would be the best gift they could give themselves. They not only survived, they thrived. They understood Tim and why he was a special gift to our yoga practice and our YOHI community. And like friends who share an appreciation for the same things, I have discovered an amazing group of friends whom I cherish from near and far (MI, CA, WA, NY, Italy, Germany and Sweden) because of our mutual respect for Tim and his teachings.

As I started to drift back to sleep, I wondered what students of mine and the center’s would have their first Tim experience this April?

And who would take over my role as the “lighting technician” ??? Maybe Jerry will hide out in the back row this year?

Jai Hanuman

P.S. And when Tim tells you “We’re going to honor Hanuman with our backbend practice by working through the various names of the Monkey God, don’t freak out. While there ARE 108 names for Hanuman, the most he’s ever made us do was 13. And I survived to tell about it!

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Aesthetic Arrest

By Marcia Miller

My husband and I just had a morning full of aesthetic arrest and I can’t imagine a better way to prepare for my day.
First we started off reading Hafiz poems to each other. Hafiz, a Persian mystic poet from the 14th century, is “my man.” His words always bring joy, relief, surprise, laughter and often tender tears—all in a few lines.
When all that feeling happens at once there is a moment when everything stops—that pause of blessing and amazement. My breath stops naturally and I am momentarily suspended in awe and wonder. That suspension is called aesthetic arrest—a term I have come to love.
I first heard it sitting at my dining room table last year with Lorin Roche and Camille Maurine when they were here to teach a workshop. We were talking about what we loved and I was sharing about my experience with awe. I have always loved that feeling of the world stopping—from the line in a poem that speaks directly to my heart, the hues of a perfect sunset, the astonishing fragrance of a rose warmed by the sun, or any moment of unexpected and intense beauty. But for many years those times seemed, well, inefficient. I’m a bit embarrassed to write that now, but it’s true. I was not only on a timeline to check off the items on my “mommy” and “business owner” to-do list, but was on a direct path to enlightenment as well. I had my pranayama, asana and meditation to do—that was Bliss enough for me.
Thankfully I was finally disabused of that idea once and for all when I did a strengths-finder test in a workshop with Katherine Dufrane. As I scored the test I was amazed to discover that the people who created this test saw the ability to experience awe as strength and not a distraction. It was one of those moments where my life changed completely as I saw things from a new perspective, and I could fully embrace all that I loved. From that moment on I have encouraged myself to revel in aesthetic arrest and have found it to be a necessary part of my enlightenment journey. Where before, I might have “snuck” a few minutes with Mary Oliver or Rumi, now I can enjoy a huge feast of my favorite ecstatic poets. Where before, I enjoyed my time in nature as a guilty pleasure, now it is necessary nourishment that I take with total abandon.
So as I was talking about all this, Lorin said, “That moment when your breath is suspended—there’s a phrase for that, you’ll love it: aesthetic arrest.” And he whipped out his iPad and showed me where it was described on one of his websites.
So this morning as I was settling into my precious time on the mat my husband called to me and said, “Come outside, it’s so beautiful and I know you’ll love it.” Pause—this was not one of awe but a consideration of my choices. In a moment I knew I wanted to see what he was talking about, whatever it was.
I went outside to find a frosted wonderland glistening in the early morning sun. Each frozen blade of grass caught the sun as if there thousands of crystals flashing their rainbow prisms. Each tiny branch of the peach tree I examined had shards of frost standing up like iron filings attracted to a magnet. My little bald-headed Buddha statue in the garden seemed to be sporting a new flush of tiny white hairs. I longed to run my hand over it the way I used to rub my son’s scalp after a short haircut. The grasses in our little prairie were decorated so lushly and yet so delicately that it took my breath away to see it—ahhhh. The yogis have long said that the space between the inhalation and the exhalation is a precious portal into the present moment. So here I am practicing the yoga of awe.
I Left Firewood and Smooching

There is a disease I know, it is called: being too serious.

Don’t worry, you won’t catch it from my poems.

I let eloquence have its say, and wisdom too and
mirth, for they can be needed companions as you
navigate this dimension and others.

Wherever you have dreamed of going, I have camped
there, and left firewood for when you arrive.

Try this someday: When you are packing or moving
any simple object around—imagine your Beloved’s

hand—as yours. And it then might become thus, if just
for a second.

But a wondrous, true moment like that would be
enough for the integration to begin,

The meld of you and light…and then the smooching,
the wild smooching all the time. Why not?

From, A Year with Hafiz, Daily Contemplations, by Daniel Ladinsky

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The Gift of Being

By Victoria A. Vetere, PhD, HC
Enlightened Life Coach

In this fast-paced, hectic, non-focused world of Doing, we need more oppotunties to experience our Being. Other forms of yoga, including Hatha, Astanga, Mysore, and so forth, are about centering and the internal experience of our Being. However they are still versions of the Yang experience of Yoga. They are movement focused. In Restorative Yoga, we have an opportunity to experience pure Yin, stillness, release and total relaxation.

In Restorative practice, the body is supported and pampered in all ways. Multiple props are used to allow the body to totally sink into very deep states of relaxation and release. Not only does the body enjoy this needed repose, but so does the mind. In our daily lives, we cannot seem to stop Doing. We are obsessed with it in fact.

To offer our nervous system the recalibrating, rebalancing, and replenishing of Restorative Yoga, is truly a gift to ourselves. And you truly cannot appreciate the value of this gift until you receive it. Many students leave class commenting on how they did not even realize their state of fatigue and agitation until they experienced what it was like to release it.

In my practice as an Enlightened Life Coach, I note how levels of unrest, imbalance, and stress negatively affect the lives of my clients. I often recommend that they incorporate Restorative Yoga into their self-care routines. Learning poses in class allows them to practice at home as well. Regular Restorative practice alleviates tension, aids in restful sleep, helps with digestion and elimination, clarifies the mind, and smooths out the emotions.

In a world that is sorely over-Yang-ed, I say “Let more Yin in!” True strength is reflected in the beautiful blending of flexibility, peacefulness, balance, and love. It is only in balancing both Yin + Yang that this is experienced. Restorative Yoga is the key to allowing ourselves this experience.

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