I’m a mild mannered yogi, poet, blogger who moved out to the mountains in the late 1990’s. Not actually a Luddite, while certainly a quiet person. To me, yoga is not performance art. I’m not here to wow you with what I can do, rather, I want to guide you on your yoga journey to where you want to go.
Growing up in the 70’s, yoga wasn’t hard to find. I practiced asana, meditation and pranayama. Yes I been to India. But that isn’t what made me a yoga dork. My true yogic awakening occurred after a traumatic injury sustained in 2009. My life has never been the same. If you struggle with chronic pain, loss of range of motion, or inflexibility, and weakness – then you know: it’s frustrating! A kind friend reminded me about using yoga to aid myself in recovery. I knew some yoga, but I didn’t know enough.
I’ve been steadily learning since I started – but the field is fluid, changing at an ever faster pace each year. Figure on half of what is now known to be eventually proved to be wrong. (I would have never imagined gravity is a wave.) One must be willing to adjust. Reality is what’s left when belief is washed away. Therefore, we are wise to commit to continuing education.
My blogs represent ideas that take up too much time to go over in a class, a workshop or even a weekend retreat. My blogs represent what I thought in one digital (not analog) moment, based on the information I had available at the time. When more information is known, then yes – I welcome reconsideration! Live long enough to enjoy paradigm shifts. Before my injury I would say I “enjoyed” yoga, and now? Come to a class and work with me, because nothing is more valuable than feeling comfortable in your body. I wish you all the best