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Now registered through the Yoga Alliance — RYT-200 :)

I never really thought having numbers and letters after your name was a big deal… Ph.D what?! Well, I still don’t 🙂 But, being registered through the Yoga Alliance (YA) is a pretty important thing in the western yoga world. So, now that I’ve finished training with Rishikul Yogshala in India, taught drop-ins to travelers abroad, […]

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Yoga classes now available!

Namaste, beautiful souls! I’ve just returned to the United States after spending 10 weeks abroad in India and Nepal where I immersed myself in the beautiful, powerful world of yoga and in the sights, sounds, and sweet flavors of these truly spectacular places. In April, 2014, I completed a 200-hour teaching training program in Rishikesh, India with Rishikul Yogshala, […]

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Shirodhara: An oil awakening [-poem-]

drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip streammmmmmmmm Warm oil spills across my face delicately pouring from a pot above my head falling an inch below my hairline just above my brows flowing softly, tenderly across my skull rushing gently to my temples moving in a swirl of curls pooling beside my head […]

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India: An evening in early summer [-poem-]

Copper heat Saffron glow Green mango trees, emerald gardens Skies hazy from cooking fire Smoke Aarthi melodies Cricket bat cracks Chatting and chirping of birds, young boys Delights for wandering ears Souls Quick and calm serenity A purpose understood This life is passing, enjoyed With compassion and care Love A mother’s crimson mark On foreheads, […]

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My Story

~ This was originally prepared for the Wild Woman Community, a website to help guide and support Wild Woman through the sharing of stories. Check out the website at http://www.wild-woman.com, or connect with the group on Facebook. ~ I’ll warn you that the story I’m about to tell often isn’t pretty. It’s not a fairy-tale […]

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Sweet, sweet India. [-poem-]

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India. Dancing, intricate steps. Fluid movements. Each day. Each night. In sunlight, starlight, to a melody all her own. India. Mother India.  Like the mother who gave you life. She soothes your heart while wishing, waiting patiently for a child too old, too busy to pause. India. A beautiful, beautiful home. She welcomes you without […]

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My Indian crescent moon [-poem-]

My Indian crescent moon A crescent moon Low. gazing at me. Wildly. Just above a sugar cane field Orange, stained of turmeric. Pointing to the heavens Not lying on its side A curse of the stateside moon perhaps. A crescent moon Is it waxing or is it waning Will it dim, gently dying out Or […]

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