i can officially eat crow. my faithful readers, i apologize for the whiny drivel i’ve subjected you to over the passed year. crow pose is no longer my bête noire. now, not so fast with the “congratulations” and the “i knew you could do...
whence clocking 12 hours in a yoga room over a period of two days, even a puppy will retain some nugget of information which deeply resonates in his balmy brain. this may not be my first yoga teacher training, but that doesn’t mean my roping skills are...
the tank is empty. not even a solar power cell can spur these sad legs and heavy heart. i’m always resistant to post the non-shiny, less glossy, tumble in my twirl, nut in the cupcake musings. but life is hard. life is untidy. no one is exempt. and one thing i...
annica: a buddhist term, meaning change is inevitable, continuous, and unavoidable. now, i’m no buddhist {although i’m known to work a buddha belly like nobody’s business come easter sunday brunch} but i do love this maxim. with that said: welcome to...
much to my surprise, and to ganesha, the hindu yoga god of success and destroyer of evils and obstacles, i was cast as yoga instructor girl in an upcoming commercial. unfortunately, i can’t get into specifics regarding the project…all very hush-hush....
today i have an audition for yoga-girl…or rather yoga~instructor~girl. should be a no-brainer. i’m a girl {woman? lady? broad? gal?} i am an instructor:….pilates, spin, barre, some yoga, very little yoga actually, but i do take yoga. sort of. let me...
