Showing posts with label yoga. Show all posts
Showing posts with label yoga. Show all posts

Monday, August 25, 2014

How Yoga Lights Up My 3-Year-Old

See that baby in the banner picture at the top of my blog. She is growing up! I am so happy to share with you that she also loves yoga! Loves it!

She has been coming with me to toddler yoga for a year-and-a-half and is always right there beside me singing, chanting and doing the poses. I love that we can share this practice together.

Things change fast, so who knows, maybe she will be ambivalent about it next month. But for now, I thought I would share with you her kid yoga debut. This is my daughter, age three, showing me her "yoga routine".

What I adore most about this video is the pure love and joy that radiates from her. 



Note: The jumping sequence at the end is part of my kids yoga classes where we grab our "monkey minds" and bring them back into our bodies "home".

Here is a short video clip of us practicing together about a week later. You will see she finally is able to kick up to headstand after much practice all week!



As you can see, even young kids are able to use yoga to connect to their own inner strength, balance, and spirit! So go have some fun doing yoga. 

Try a little "grab the monkey, grab the monkey, grab the monkey, bring him back hoooome!"

Namaste
The Domestic Yogi


Wednesday, February 5, 2014

I am Loving This Winter!

Okay, slap me. I know. It's been a crazy cold, snowy, pent-up, nearly every school day is a late-start or cancelled sort-of-month for me too.

Our backyard winter wonderland

But with the snow and ice and cold brings cozy warm moments snuggled up inside with family. The other three seasons for us are just so chalked full with living life to its fullest, most of which is outside of the house.

At the beginning of this year, I was feeling run ragged after being too externally focused for so long by working too many part-time jobs (that I love), while trying to be all I can be for others. So while the sun seems to be taking a hiatus this winter, I decided I was going to be very focused on cultivating my own inner light.

Focusing on reconnecting with my own inner light has been the best thing I could of done for me and my family this winter. 

I know its helped my attitude to stay positive the last dreary month. I have been genuinely loving and embracing the slowing down and the quietness outside. I am loving the time to bond with my kids, get imaginative, get creative and focused on activities. This time of year, my kids always seem to surprise me with how well they get into their own little play zones, and get so creative.

My kids also drive me batty at times. Don't get me wrong.

Laying in the snow


To cultivate my inner light, this last month I have been focusing on getting daily time to myself for meditation, pranayama, yoga or self-reflecting. Along side with a daily physical outlet. Each are so important to me to keep myself in balance.

Journaling has always been a wonderful way for me to know myself more fully, and to connect to my creative side. I mostly stopped when I become a mother. Its nice to go back to this practice. It's so magical how getting my feelings onto paper helps me to heal, process and hopefully move on.

I finally felt strong enough to kick up the physical side a notch. On top of my usual yoga teaching and home practice, I added a bit of cardio, weights, and a 2-3 hot yoga classes a week. The hot yoga especially has helped to get my mental focus, and inner fire back. Welcome home pitta, my old friend. I have been so vatta for too long.

I discovered a few gems this month.

*  A daily "good habit" is easier to maintain than the sporadic habit.

* Good habits overall make you feel good and motivate you to keep going.

* Daily practice doesn't always feel good in the moment.

Most people's image of meditation or yoga is one of total serenity. But to just warn you. The raw truth to the matter is this:

Daily practice can be ugly. Downright ugly.

It can be so hard on you physically and emotionally. It can be heart-wrenching and body breaking. Daily practice can make you feel like a God or Goddess. It may make your feel like your highest self. Other days, it a sad, sloppy pathetic mess. It can be downright impossible or utterly uncomfortable. But change, strength, compassion are a few gifts that can come from letting yourself be open, real and aware.

My health is an ongoing "healing project". It isn't a straight line up. It is jagged, but at least it is up. I keep varying supplements, remedies, cleanses, diet and physical outlets. I've said it before, and I will say it again, my health issues have made me accountable for some lazy habits I picked up, and for that I am thankful.

Looks like February will be another long wintry month. So I hope I can continue to stock the inner fires to keep my mind and body healthy.

Namaste

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Change, Change and I am Okay


It seems like yesterday that I was at the berry farm with my 2-year-old son, pregnant, enjoying all the raspberry sweetness. My son back then so tentative and small and cheeky. Both of us fading quickly in the hot summer heat. My son overwhelmed by the stinky smell wafting over from the petting farm. We picked maybe 3 quarts. Maybe. Totaling $4 or so in raspberries. 

Berry farm summer 2010

Upon returning home, my husband declares, "that's it?" "Yep, 1.5 hrs of driving for $4 in raspberries." But it was an adventure. We sight saw along the way and we stopped for ice cream. Oh the days of having one little buddy around.

This summer, we found ourselves going back to the same country berry farm. Three years later, my daughter is now the same age as my son was, and wore the same shirt. (Oh how she loves that shirt.) We had a rough start to the picking again this time, "too stinky!" "too much walking!" "ahhh! My hat fell off!" but we persevered. Eventually my son locked into his task (berries on middle branches), which brought  my daughter in line to follow us picking her low-lying berries. Next thing we knew, we had two full baskets! (Racked up $16 worth) 

Berry farm 2013

I was a shock to go back and look at that picture of my little son at the berry farm. It seems like so long ago because so much has evolved since then. But, it also seems like he couldn't possibly have grown that much, in body and mind, in just three years! 

Looking back at the time when my son was two going on three and I was pregnant for nine very long months, I can't remember my son at that age as much as I'd like to. Pregnancy is hard, and even more hard to be fully present in the moment, open to what is.

It makes me even more conscious that I need to save mental "images" each and every day. Even just for a moment, stop, be fully present absorbing the moment with my kids. Maybe I am just watching them engrossed in their moment, or maybe I am engrossed in the moment with them. Store that moment in my memory.  

Being a stay-at-home mom (mostly) I always felt a little like, "this shit is never going to end!" But I suppose that usually was on the long boring, kids are misbehaving or being super needy sort-of days. It is so cliche to say that kids grow up so fast. But they do.

Times are changing. No longer is there one older kid and a baby. Now my children have reached the age where they truly enjoy playing with each other. This summer we had a blast enjoying lazy fun days inside and out. So it came as quite a shock to all three of us to have my oldest off to school full-time kindergarten last week. Our hearts were all a little swollen with sadness from missing our third team member. 


First day kindergarten with sister
First day pose

Many of the kids I teach yoga to on a weekly basis are moving on to different schools. This also makes my heart ache as I will miss seeing these kids so much. I love watching them grow and their spirits shine. 

Yes, my heart has been aching with all this change, but I keep reciting the chant/song I always sing to my wee students in class. Change, change and I am okay. Change, change and I am okay. Close my eyes and I am okay. (View the video for the tune)



It's okay to feel sad with change. It's okay to feel whatever you feel in times of loss or change. 

Sometimes its hard, but I always try to honor those feelings when my heart hurts because it means I care deeply. Feeling deeply is human blessing. It can bring profound gifts.

Feeling grounded through change is important. Breathing deep, saying a mantra or reciting positive affirmations, taking more quiet reflective time, being in nature, eating some good soul nourishing food, these things will all help get you through. 

Binging on a whole chocolate cake then finishing off the tub of ice cream. Um. Not so much. That will not help you stay centered through the change. It will just send you on a roller coaster.

Reaching out to friends, calling your mom, extra hugs and kisses from your loved ones. These are also super sweet. This is all how I got through. A big thanks to my friends, my mom and my family for all the love to get me through this week!

Same holds true for helping your kids through change. Lots of hugs and kisses. Quiet times. Time in nature. Allowing them to express themselves unconditionally. Take things slower. Make sure the day isn't stressed (or at least the morning if you are going to school).

What helps you get through? What helps you get your kids through?

Now, I better go off to spend some quality time with my daughter while her brother is at school, because next thing I know, three years from now, she will be dressing up for her first day of school! 

Namaste

The Domestic Yogi

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Dancing To My Own Beat as a Kids Yoga Instructor

Buzzed after a good day of teaching FOUR kids yoga classes! Yes, four! Three for private preschools, and one public family yoga class at our local Tibetan center.

I feel so blessed that there is so much demand for my classes here in my Southern Indiana bubble. When I started Enchanted Yogis just a year ago, I never dreamed it'd be so well accepted and loved in the community. I feel so fortunate.

Plus I have met so many wonderful children and their parents because of it. Kids and their parents keep coming back again and again, and they've all truly touched my heart.

I'm so happy to be teaching something fun, creative, healthy and mindful. I love that some of the things we do  in class are helpful to kids in their daily life.

Here that sound? Yep. That's me moving to the drum of my own beat, enchanting others, and flowing along in my own way to the divine inner truth. Namaste.

First day of 3-week Summer Yoga Camp

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Kids Yoga Series: Butterfly Life Cycle

Here is a wonderful yoga series that helps to strengthen kids bodies, improve their self-awareness, inspires imagination, and helps them learn the life cycle of a butterfly.

Before you begin, you may want to show the kids a diagram or book to explain briefly about the life cycle stages.

Pose 1: Butterfly Egg Pose


Curl up in a seated ball. Tell the kids they are butterfly eggs stuck on a green leaf. 

Tell the kids to close their eyes and take 10 deep breaths. 

Mention that with each breath their inner power grows and grows. Count down from 10 for them. 

* To make it more playful as you count, mention there is a rainstorm, or windstorm, ending with a sunny day.

Pose 2: Caterpillar Pose


From butterfly egg, slowly grow out of the egg by straightening your eggs and leaning back. This will work core muscle strength. Encourage kids to keep their lower back on the grown and lift their head and upper backs. Younger kids can put their hands down. 

Wiggle side to side like a caterpillar.

* To make more fun, you can encourage kids to "munch munch munch" with their mouths on a leaf.

Pose 3: Chrysalis Pose


From caterpillar, rest head and feet on the ground for a moment. Then using core strength again, lift feel and head up in the air, grabbing onto legs. Legs can be bent.

Encourage kids to again breath deeply in their cocoon, gathering inner power to transform into a butterfly with each breath.

Count down from five.

Pose 4: Baby Butterfly Pose


From chrysalis, put your legs down and open them to the side, with feet together into buddhakonasana, or baby butterfly pose. 

Have kids test out their wings, and tell them the butterflies are very hungry. Its time to find food! Ask, what does the butterfly eat? Where are we flying to?


Pose 5: The Adult Butterfly Pose


From baby butterfly, have kids breath five deep breaths and on the last one, grown their adult wings. Legs can be bent. Its easy to roll back here, so encourage kids to come up again if they roll out.

Ask the kids where the adult butterflies are flying to today?

To complete the cycle, tell the kids the butterflies lay eggs, and go back into butterfly egg pose.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Top Health & Fitness Blog

Awards, they are a funny thing. But at the end of the day, it is nice to be recognized. So it is will a little smile, that I needed so bad today, that I announce I was voted Top Health &and Fitness Blog.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Enchanted Yogis Tibetan Buddhist-Style


MY TASK:  teach a yoga class to young kids that introduces them to yoga and the culture and fundamentals of Tibetan Buddhism.

The tricky part, aside from striving to be authentic to the teachings while simplifying, was to create a class that was fun, inspiring, yet was able speak to kids on their level. I ended up teaching two classes, ages 3-5 and 6-12.

It wasn't easy. But I did it.

The calls of "can we do it again", egged me on. The echos of laughter made my spirit shine even more. Looking out around the floor seeing the 10 kids sitting on their mats, eyes bright, ready and waiting for more (even after 45 minutes) made me realize: yes, kids are open and ready for this.    

Balloon breath warm up: start in a crouch then inhale pretending
to blow up a balloon. Raise arms overhead and hold  for 5 counts.
POP goes the balloon deflating to the ground.

Balloon breath game: same as above, only the teacher goes around
 to point at the kids to blow up and then to  pop.

Snippet from the Balloon Breath game


Finding our centers again after all our breathing warm ups.


Mountain pose with Tibetan Buddhist-style lotus hands (holding a precious
jewel in our palms).


Three-legged-doggies as part of the sun salutations.


Donkey Kicks as part of the sun salutations.


A little game of mindful walking


Teaching on Wisdom and Compassion

To teach the kids about what the Buddhist and yoga path is about, we looked at WISDOM and COMPASSION. We create yoga poses to represent each, and talked about what they mean. Then we put the concepts into play with the flip slide: DESIRE & IGNORANCE.


Playing out desire vs wisdom with yoga


The above video is a great example of listening to your students ideas, empowering them with acting on their suggestion. We had done two scenarios prior to this video clip, and one of the students wanted to do it again with his suggestion. I was happy to oblige!

Story Time!

Story time! I suggested they get comfortable and rest on their bellies while
they listen to a story from Tibet.

To give the students a little rest, work on their imagination, and to help illustrate the culture of Tibetan Buddhism, I transported them to a time long in a place where the tallest mountains in our world live - the Himalayas. In the mountains was a lake where a very old Tibetan Buddhist teacher riding in a boat. The teacher saw a small island up ahead that looked untouched by man except for a little hut. Read the full story here. After we did the yoga poses associated with the story (also here).

Beyond introducing Tibetan Buddhist culture, including the mantra om mani padme hung, this story helps to illustrate how strong you can become if you commit yourself to something with your full concentration and put your heart into it.

Relaxation and Integration




Get Your Craft On!

A little art project is just the thing to help the kids process the class and have something tangible to remember the good times.


Today we created our own prayer flags. I had five blank rectangles cut out and placed on a string. They were told to draw images of things they want more of in their life, or that make them happy. There were lots of flowers, hearts, but my favorite was a birthday cake!



One of the participants flags.
From left to right – a puppy, a flower, Mommy, the letter “A”, and a happy face.


At the end of the day, I was pleased to see everyone walk out of class with a smile, and even more buzzing with life. Plus, the class lit my spirit in a way it hasn't been since I last practiced with my sangha and teacher back at  Riwoche Tibetan Buddhist Temple in Toronto.

I dedicate all the merit from my class to all beings in all directions.

Namaste & tashi delak 




Tuesday, September 4, 2012

A Tibetan Buddhist Story with Yoga Poses


Children laying on their bellies ready to hear the Tibetan Buddhist Story


In the kids yoga class I recently taught at the Tibetan Mongolian Buddhist Cultural Center, I told them a simple version of this story below. It was a great way to let the kids rest, and help them use their imagination. Also, a great way to introduce a little Tibetan Buddhist culture.

I took the bare bones of this story told by Kyabje Lama Zopa Rinpoche in Lillian Too's The Mantra Book, and embellished it with details and images that children could place into their consciousness.

***

In a time long ago, in a place where the tallest mountains in our world live - a place called the Himalayas - there was a crystal blue lake surrounded by snowy mountains. In this lake was a boat carrying a very old Tibetan Buddhist teacher, called a Lama. The Lama wore burgandy-colored robes - the traditional clothing of a Tibetan Buddhist monk. He wore a warm burgundy colored hat to keep his shaved head warm.

The teacher saw a small island up ahead that looked untouched by man except for a little hut that held up several lines of  Tibetan prayer flags which were flapping in the wind. The once colorful flags were faded and weathered.

The teacher parked his boat on the shore and walked onto the island. There he met a man with hair down to his hips and a long beard. The man's clothes looked warn, but his smile was so bright it seemed to light up the sky. Upon seeing the Lama, the man put his hands together placing them on the top of his head, then touched them to his forehead, throat and heart. Then he launched his body to the ground, stretching his arms out in front of him, with his whole body touching the ground, including his nose! Then he got up and repeated this series of movements - called full prostrations -  three times.

"How long have you been alone on this island," asked the Lama.

"For three years," says the man. "I am on retreat, here to practicing my mantra. I have been repeating it constantly out load or in my head for three years now.  I have been saying it while I stare at onto the horizon, watching the sun set or the sun rise, I have been saying it while I bathe, while I make dinner, while I go to the bathroom. When I drift off to sleep it is the last thing I say, and when I wake up it is the first thought in my head. Sometimes I even say it in my dreams."

"What is this mantra you are saying," asked the Lama.

"The mantra of the great Buddha of Compassion, Avalokiteshvara," says the student. And he proceeds to repeat the mantra out load, "Om mani padme hum, om mani padme hum, om mani padme hum..."

The Lama listens to the student for some time, and with utmost compassion the Lama finally says,"I can see that you have pure devotion and pure motivation. But I hear that your pronunciation of the this mantra is a little off."

"Really," says the student, "I have been saying it wrong for all these years?"

"Yes" says the Lama and proceeds to demonstrates how to say it correctly.

The student humbly bows this head to the wise and compassionate Lama, saying, "Thank you for helping me. I will try it like that from now on."

Some time later, as the sun sets, the Lama returns to his boat and sets off across the water. He hears a strange noise off to the side and turns his head to see the student calling his name walking beside the boat ONTOP of the water. The student calls out, "I think I have the hang of the pronunciation now, is this how you say it? Om mani padme hum. Om mani padme hum...."

The Lama then laughs, drops his head and gives a half bow saying, "it looks like you were saying it right all this time after all."

***

For the younger kids, you may want to point out that because the student was saying the mantra with such a pure heart, and with such great intentions, and devotions, the power of the mantra had awakened his inner powers. Perfecting the way to say it wasn't as important.


ADDING THE YOGA 




The Storytime Yoga method, developed by my teacher Sydney Solis then encourages the reenactment the story using yoga poses to help the kids put the symbols of the story into their hearts and minds.

For this story, you could use the following poses to retell the story:

Mountain pose - for the Himalayas

Boat/navasana - for the boat

Warrior II (hero pose) - for the Lama

Camel pose - Island with a hut

Humble warrior - Student

Prostration/Bow - show them how to do a full prostration

Practice saying the mantra - om mani padme hung

Humble half bow - stand in mountain, with hands in namaste Tibetan Buddhist-style (pretend you are holding a precious jewel between your palms). Then do a half bow, with head down, to represent the humble bow when the teacher corrects him.

Navasana - teacher goes back in the boat.

Mindful walking - student walking on water

Humble half bow - as above.




Thursday, July 26, 2012

Wake Up Call From My 3-Year-Old Student


A student of life is what I am. I remember my geography teacher in high school telling us the saying: the more you know, the more you don't know. I certainly feel that way about pretty much anything. Back in high school, that may of not been true. But thankfully I am old enough to know that life is very complicated. Not only complicated, but it changes.

Parenting two kids full-time has taught me a lot. Certainly made me more aware of how quickly things change. Now raising my second child, I know that if I don't like a phase, then not to worry, it will change - sometimes not as fast as I would like. (When will my little miss stop making a huge mess of herself and the floor at every.stinking.meal! Ugh!)

Full-time parenting has also made me a bit sloppy in the head. Trying to stay mindful all day long while entertaining, teaching and providing for two young kids can be SO.DARN.BORING. My mind likes to check out (or run over to Facebook). That is, if I am not being interrupted. (Can you give me a minute please sweetie, I have a thought and I am writing it down. Thank you.) But I am not complaining, because "soon enough" they will be both in school.

With a sloppy mind, it is very easy for me to forget things, and many times I do not realize the obvious. It is no surprise that my kids teach me a lot because they are so much more enthralled and alive with life throughout the day. They pick up everything, where as, I feel like I am just going through the motions some days. (Especially before 10am).

Grabbing our "Monkey Minds"

Over the last couple months, I have started to get more serious about teaching kids yoga. I've had the absolute pleasure of having one particular little girl named Rosie in my class a few times who is 3.5-years-old. Her mom has been telling me since the first day I taught her, that Rosie particularly loved the mantra we learned in class.

The mantra goes like this: Near the end of class, we repeat: I am happy. I am well. Many times until it becomes a part of us. Then we change it to another emotion of their choosing, like I am sad, but I am well. And do several other emotions. We learn that emotions are like clouds passing in the sky. They change constantly. But no matter how emotional we get, we are always safe and well deep inside.

Perceptive little Rosie has been using the mantra in her life as a way to comfort herself in times when she is scared. Like when she was nervous about joining a dance class, repeating I am scared, but I am well helped her get her courage up to move forward a few steps into class. Or as a tool for self-reflection and self-awareness, for example while riding home from a busy day she could reflect on all the different emotions she and her family felt that day.

But when her mom told me she was using it even to help her feel better when she was itchy from the mosquito bites, I am itchy but I am well, I had to exclaim, "that is brilliant! I need to do that!"

You see, our family just got back from camping for over a week in the bush. I not only had lots of bug bites, but a mild case of poison ivy and poison oak turned bad and spread everywhere after I scratched it. My whole body was in a constant state of itch and I was NOT WELL.

But darn it, if Rosie could do it, I could do it. And why wasn't I saying this mantra more in my life? It is very helpful, and yet here I am not doing it in my life at all. Geez, I am the one who made it up! Suddenly, I am feeling like such a pathetic teacher. You know, the one who is all talk and no action. Do as I say, not as I do. I am sure I am that parent in many cases too.

Teaching how yoga helps sharpen your mind

It is really a wake up call for me as a teacher. 

I feel like I have been coasting on the spirituality, wisdom  and lessons learned in life and my practices before I became a parent. That means, for five years now, I feel like I have been coasting on my past merits!

Mind-o-mush and lazy ways begone! Enter more diligent mindfulness, more yoga and meditation practices, and practicing what I preach!

I've needed this wake up call for quite some time. Funny, after so many years of teaching adults, it only took a few months of teaching kids to get this wake up call! Thanks to the perceptive, precocious little Rosie!

It also reaffirms my belief that yoga is so powerful to children if you can just suck em in and get them to open up to it even for an instance.

And it restores my faith in yoga as a way to help kids find more peace in their lives. Like the saying goes, if you give a man a fish....

If you tell a child to be quiet, there may be peace for minutes 
But if you teach that child some yoga, they may find a way toward inner peace for life.

Samantha

P.S. I am still itchy, but I am well.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Falling out of Flying Pigeon Whilst Teaching

Kristin Olson in Flying Pigeon Pose by Jasper Johal

Yep. The day has come when I demo'd an arm-balance pose and it went south. Head smashing into the ground sort of south. Crumpling into ones shoulder and rolling sideways sort of south. Students asking if I am okay sort of south.

If this would of happened to me as a new teacher, I wouldn't been able to collect myself and finish the class with any sort of style or grace. The shame and embarrassment would have been tattooed on my face. You know how over-sensitive and fragile you are as a new teacher.

But, I am not a new teacher anymore. I am also not in a hot flashy yoga town full of freaking far-out-amazing yogis. Nor, does my arm-balance/inversions series cost 45-65 dollars for one class like Kathryn Budig or Seane Corn. Nope, just me. Little ol' me in my awesome little town, full of real, earnest, down to earth, ready-to-learn students.

It is interesting to see how I have shifted as a teacher in the last seven years. I am not trying to prove anything anymore. I show up and offer what I got that day. And I am genuinely beyond happy that my body is still able to do yoga, and my mind is still in tact to teach it. And, after years of teaching, many of times to classes with three or less students, I am very happy to have a room full of students!

I am just a mom who has been painfully humbled by my children, humbled by responding to their constant needs and demands, no matter how trivial or brain-numbing they may be. I am also someone who has some strange misfortune (karma) that has landed me with the world's most poopiest kids. Between running to one end of the house to wipe a butt, to finishing cleaning up after the baby's poop, to running into the bathroom to wash my hands for the zillionth time, then repeat it three or four more times a day. This combined with the dumping the cloth diapers into the washing machine and drying and putting them away, sometimes I feel like my day if but one of poop. (Which reminds me, I need to put the cloth dipes on the rinse cycle when I finish pumping out this post. No joke.)


The Queen of Poop herself, the Domestic Yogi


So, after a day of poop, it is refreshing to get out of the house and talk to adults about how to do some fun yoga poses that require lifting both your feet off the floor and balancing on your hands and maybe your head. Not only is it refreshing, but such a honor and privilege. Especially when I watch others struggle to learn the poses I demonstrate. I realize how blessed I am that I have never struggled with arm-balances or inversions.

That is why landing on my head whilst demonstrating flying pigeon pose yesterday sent me into laughter. Because, quite frankly it was funny. It was like watching America's Funniest Videos when the dad trips head over heals hitting his nuts in the process. It is just not supposed to happen. And it is funny.

I advised my students at the beginning of the 3-class series to try hard, but try harder not to take yourself too seriously. Laughter is good medicine. It helps you recover more easily. 

In more yogic terms, laughter helps to bring you back to your center, or safe place/comfort zone. When are rooted back in your center, then you can go on to try new things with renewed strength again. Otherwise your attempts will be tainted with emotions like anger, shame, self-doubt or fear. If there is a group of poses who do not bode well while harboring strong emotions in them, it is ... yep....arm balancing and inversions.

When your mind is unbalanced with emotions, it is really hard to balance on your hands or head. These are poses you really want to attempt with a clear head, or you might literally land on your head (like me).

It is a metaphor for life I suppose. It teaches you to clear your head before doing something difficult.

That is why I love arm-balances and inversions. They help you let go of the emotions that are holding you back. Like for me, it isn't fear, but ego. I have been learning, the hard way, to just let go and enjoy. I guess I just needed perspective (thanks poop karma).

Arm-balances and inversions help us to find their inner physical and mental strength. Once you got that, the bliss is finding that sweet softness and surrender of a challenging pose, so you can experience the lightness and effortlessness.

I loved teaching this class. I have so much to be happy for. Even to fall, hopefully with an iota of grace, to the floor, head first. Crumple. Roll. Laugh.

It happens. It is funny. I am not perfect. I am not the best. I still got embarrassed. It's just that I am able to see through it. Recover.

And hopefully by falling, I inspired my students to try and be okay if they fall. Get up, try again. That is what I teach my children too. Keep trying that is all you can do.

So my blog readers, and my yoga students, that is all I can do. Keep doing yoga, teaching, writing and loving myself and others for all that they are, accidents and flaws and our beauty.

Namaste

(off to finish off those cloth diapers now...)

Monday, June 11, 2012

Two Surprise Congratulations

This weekend I received not one, but two follow ups from emails that had "Congratulations" in their subject line.  Apparently I had thrown the original emails out thinking they were spam. What, you mean not every email with congratulations in the subject line is a hoax? Who knew!

Thanks to Bliss Habits Blogversary-apolooza, I won my pick of a 12x12 inch print from Katie M. Berggren's intimate moments of motherhood collection. Her paintings fill me with so much love. To me, they express that pure unconditional love that resonates in me  when the kids are sleeping, when my kids are not constantly interrupting me during those sweet unscripted moments in the day.  

It was hard to choose, but this one below I just adore. It reminds me of kissing the thick chubby soft skin of my babies. I swear I kiss my baby daughters cheek 10 times a day.

Mother and Child Red Curly Dark Hair, by Katie M. Berggren

The other congratulations email pretty much knocked me over, and still has me pondering if there is a catch. But what the heck, someone with some street cred read my blog and deemed it was worthy for this:

accelerated degree

The Fascination Awards are an annual collection of the web’s most inspirational and thought-provoking blogs. All participants are nominated by our editorial team and voted on by our readers.

Crazy, I know. But, truth is, it was because I got some good comments on my blog, so I want to thank you for reading, and for those of you who commented!

I am just happy to be nominated. There are a lot of fabulous yogi blogs there too. But if you care to do so, I'd appreciate your vote!  Click on the "Vote for Me" icon below. You will need a Google+ account to cast a vote. Sign into it. Then you’ll be able to see a clickable ‘+1′ hovering over ‘The Domestic Yogi’.

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Namaste!

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Getting Real about Yoga & Mothering with Ashtangi Stan Bryne



Ashtanga practitioners have a certain reputation. They generally are strong and athletic, don't mind a little bit of sweat and pain, and are extremely dedicated to get up early six days a week and practice their craft. It takes a certain kind of person.

What sort of person though, does this practice for nine months while pregnant, day in day out amidst morning sickness, body blossoming, while sharing a body with someone else?

Toronto yogini Stan Bryne is who. And she not only completely amazes me with her dedicated yoga practice, but this decade-long vegan also captures my fascination with her quirkiness, wit, and wisdom. As a former Kingergarten teacher, she has a certain lightness and playfulness about her too.

Stan not only talks the talks, but walks the walk. Just like her partner, one of my teacher's in Toronto, Stan is both sweet and humble.

Stan, or Miss Stan as she is know in the blogosphere, teaches at Ashtanga Yoga Center of Toronto (AYCT), one of the biggest Ashtanga shalas outside Mysore. She is a mother of 22 month old Holden, and partner to David Robson, the co-owner/director of AYCT.


Stan with baby Holden and David while on their trip
to Mysore India.  Photo by Tova Steiner

Knowing how challenging pregnancy and mothering can be, I was curious to see how to other yoginis are handling it.

Domestic Yogi: First things first, can you tell us what your practice was like pre-baby/pregnancy?

Stan: I think I was a sensitive student before I became pregnant. I would worry about injury a lot. Every ache and pain was a huge catastrophe. I worry less about that now, but in other ways I am still the same student. I am pretty dogged. I practice until I am exhausted, I never skip days. I am not the most talented person asana-wise. I have to work very hard at every new pose, sometimes for an embarrassingly long time. But I am consistent. I am the Capricorn of yoga students.

You were working on the second series though right?

When I became pregnant I was close to being split on intermediate (so just doing intermediate and no primary).

As a yogi, how was being pregnant for you? Did you like/not like? 

I loved being pregnant. In the first trimester, the practice really helped my morning sickness. I would walk in the door to the studio and the smell of sweaty students would make me want to throw up on everyone, but by the end of the standing poses I felt much better. I loved being able to chart the baby’s growth with a daily practice. Everyday the binds would get tighter, my toes would be further away. It was actually fun to see.

I thought I would not have as much energy or strength as I did have during my pregnancy. And I liked inversions and backbends, which I thought I would hate.

I practiced the Ashtanga primary series, a few intermediate backbends and dropbacks. I did this all the way through. I think the last week I was just doing standing and dropbacks.

What “position” did you spend most of your last trimester in? Feel free to say couch-asana. 

Haha! I should have done more couch-asana. I loved backbends. I am not that bendy, but during my pregnancy my back really opened up and I would sometimes do 10 dropbacks in a row for fun.

No kidding! Here is the proof. Watch Stan's drop backs at nine-month pregnant. 


May I note too, that Holden was 10 pounds at birth! And good to mention that Stan had a drop back practice pre-pregancy. This isn't recommended for women who did not have a regular drop back to begin with. 

And the birth, how did that go?

I’m never sure how to answer that question. It is actually something I have struggled with quite a bit since Holden was born. On one hand, if you give birth to a healthy baby and you are okay too then I guess the birth went really well. But in terms of the beautiful hippy-home birth that I dreamed of – no I didn’t have that.

Holden was two weeks late and when I went into labour I had a fever. My water broke and my midwife noticed meconium (poo) in the water so I had to go to the hospital. I labored for about 24 hours, but Holden’s head was in the wrong position for pushing and his heart rate started dropping considerably with every contraction. I tried and tried to put it off, but eventually the doctors insisted that I have a c-section because of the heart rate, my fever, and the amount of time Holden had been in utero with his own poo (they were concerned he would breathe it in and get an infection – which, actually, he did).

Ashtangis have a reputation for having difficult births. I know in birth, anything can happen – even to people who have a history of fast labors. I think my yoga practice makes me a better person and a better parent - bottom line. I don’t think my practice led me to have a difficult birth, but in retrospect I think my approach to my practice didn’t help. I was very reluctant to give anything up in my practice, I didn’t take long rests afterwards, I didn’t go easy when I was tired.

I hope I have the chance to raise another child, and if I were to do it again I would focus more on sleeping and less on holding uth pluthi for 10 breaths. 

I just had no idea how un-relaxing having kids is and how little sleep I would be operating on. Now when pregnant women ask me what they should do in their practice I tell them to do what feels right, avoid what feels yukky and go to the movies.

They say yoga practitioners are more prepared mentally/physically for birth. Do you think that is true, and do you think it helped in your case?

During labour I counted all of my breaths, which is a very ashtangi thing to do. So, certainly my practice informed my labour. I think my practice helped me get back into shape quickly after a tricky c-section.

Speaking of that, how long did it take for you to get your practice back to where you were pre-baby? What were the hardest parts?

It was probably 8 or 9 months. By 9 months postpartum I felt light and graceful again, it was a dramatic shift from slogging it out on my mat the previous 8 months. In the first 8 months after my baby was born my weight fluctuated a lot and I was more prone to injury -  hamstrings and shoulder stuff since my core was not as strong. Now I am back to the usual slogging it out. I don’t feel like I had a baby. I just have a little pink scar to remind me. Oh yeah, and a baby.

Stan, 9-months pregnant
photo by Tim Berminghan

Since your practice has come full circle, how becoming a mother changed your practice on the mat, if any? 

I noticed in the first few weeks back on the mat after Holden was born that I would be scared or nervous to try something and then a little voice in my head would say, “Whatever, you just had a baby – buck up and do it.” I am less worried about injury, and I don’t feel as attached to what happens daily on the mat. I mean, I am human and I am attached to it – I get frustrated, impatient and jealous on my mat– but less so. I feel very grateful for the opportunity to practice everyday. It is gift. Many moms have work and then homelife. But I also have a little space on the mat for myself. I am lucky. I don’t think I knew that before I had a baby.

How do you think you’ve changed off the mat (since becoming a mom)?

I am more uptight, I have less time for friends and family, I am quite rushed. Basically I have become a shittier person. But I have a crazy amount of love in my life. More then I ever imagined. I am shittier and luckier.

Ha, that is pretty honest! Tell me, what has been the toughest thing as a mother for you?

The hardest thing for me was not sleeping. Holden was a terrible sleeper for the first 18 months. Because my husband gets up at 3 every morning to practice I was on night duty. Not sleeping makes everything so hard. There were times I felt so fragile, sad and angry and then every parenting issue becomes so much more troublesome. I almost don’t want to talk about how I am sleeping now because I don’t want to jinx it and go back to staying up all night praying the baby will sleep.

Tell me about a poignant moment you’ve had in the last day or two with your son – good or bad.

We have lots of fun together. This morning, I thought he might like to graduate from his high chair into a booster seat. So we took the stroller to the store and picked out a booster seat and a book. He read the book on the way home. I made lunch and he ate it in his new booster seat. He was very cool about the whole thing but I could tell he was proud of himself. I like it when we find the right moment to take a step forward and it feels effortless. Sometimes, I try to push things on him too soon. I want him to be brilliant and quick to learn and always ahead of the curve. But that doesn’t really make any sense because my deepest wish for him is to be happy, not the greatest at sitting on the potty or whatever. Ultimately, he is always the best guide.

I suppose you can draw an analogy to Ashtanga there. The practice is our guide and it will change us when we are ready to be changed, despite what we feel we should, could or ought to be doing.

You can read more about Stan and the benefits and pitfalls of raising a vegan family, in Today's Parent Magazine.


Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Unveiling Three New Yoga Projects

I am very happy to announce a few quite unique yoga-related developments in my world. These are projects that I have spun directly from the golden thread of my deepest self, and have been cultivating for some time. These special projects are now ripening and manifesting and I would like to share them with you!

First up, is a Prenatal Yoga Retreat called Circle of Life, Circle of Strength.

I will be teaming up with the talented Allison Distler to lead women, who are in a beautiful transitional time in their life, in a daily yoga and mindfulness practice, as well as facilitated writing and sharing circles. Time will be offered for quiet contemplation and creation time too.

Prenatal Retreat:
Circle of Life, Circle of Strength

Our intention is to offer space to relax and reflect on this special transition in your life; a weekend to honor the life-giving power and the baby growing within while communing with other women going through a similar process.

I can't tell you how excited I am to be a part of this three-day experience. Moving from maiden to mother, or transitioning from say, one to two children, is a major life change. I believe it is so important for women to take time out for themselves to contemplate these life changes and honor any feelings that may arise. I know this will be a fun and nourishing retreat.

I also love that the space is limited to a maximum of nine participants and that we will be all under one roof nestled in the forests of Indiana. If this retreat goes well, I hope to offer it on an annual or semi-annual basis!

2 -Tuning your Chakras with Yoga and Sound

Next up is a workshop I created to combine my love of asana-based yoga with my love of using sound to heal the body.  I will be leading this class on Saturday at Vibe Yoga Studio.



Years ago when I lived in Toronto, I took vocal toning classes where we held our voice on single vowels, or short combination of vowels in order to experience the healing vibration of sound on various parts of the body. There is no melody or harmony - just the sound of the vibrating breath.

The sound aspect of the class combined with the physical feeling of it sent me deep into that special place beyond space and time. I could feel the dense places in the body where the sound hit and didn't move through, but after a while directing the sound it would loosen up a bit. These classes made me realize how completely powerful sound vibrations are in cleansing and re-energizing the body.

This special Chakra Tuning class uses vocal toning, as well  is a journey through the chakras where will will be chanting the seed sounds of each chakra while poised in asanas. This will be the fifth time of offering this workshop and it gets better and better each time.

3 - Enchanted Yogi Kids

As I have mentioned previously, I am in the process of completing the Storytime Yoga teacher training. I sort of fell into the lap of this style of teaching yoga to children. I didn't really know much about it, but I was determined to learn how to teach it.

Dragon Mother Awakens, creation story by Sydney Solis
Illustration by Andras Balogh
It turns out, the process has sparked my own spiritual journey,  mostly by awakening and contemplating the power of story and myth in my own life.

I had no idea how powerful stories are for transporting you into the transcendence. It is a safe space for children to explore new ideas, new cultures, and use their imagination. The wisdom stories and myths that I will be telling are a guide to self -exploration and can be used as a life compass. It also teaches them valuable lessons such as that of compassion, honesty, and friendship.

The power of the Storytime Yoga method to grab children's attention and take them on a fun and engaging journey is amazing. I am now finally ready to try out my oral storytelling skills with children in my own area, combining the ancient art of storytelling with the healing practice of yoga.

My new kids yoga business is called Enchanted Yogis, (stay tuned for my new logo). First up, I will be teaching a monthly class a local studio, Vibe Yoga, as well offering three free classes at a local museum called, Mathers Museum of World Cultures.

Imagine telling stories sitting amongst caves, dinosaur bones, or African huts! Surely it will help inspire children's imaginations, but also hopefully inspire a life time interest and love of world cultures.

I am so grateful for the opportunity, and dare I say, the luxury of being allowed to create projects that truly resonate with my whole being. I feel lucky and blessed to be able to spend my energy of these three projects! That and my other ongoing pet project - this Domestic Yogi blog!

Namaste!

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Moving through Fear and Anxiety to Create a Peaceful Home

A few weeks before the arrival of my first-born we literally had next to nothing for our baby boy. I would like to say that I was at peace with the lack of  "stuff", or the oncoming baby, but honestly I wasn't.

Our  cozy one-bedroom cottage in the woods

The fear of the unknown, the fear of permanent change, the fear of the oncoming lack of freedom, the complete change in my living situation, all contributed to the deep inner anxiety and fear I felt. 

I wanted to be brave and adventurous. Earlier that year I let go of most of my worldly possessions, so I could be one of those spiritual renounciats that I so admired. You know, the ones who get on without attachment to material possession, and seemingly live moment to moment, even begging for their daily food. Heck, I even sat in awe of homeless people who survived without their stuff weighing them down.

I quit my desk job, happy to be free from sitting 35+ hours a week, got rid of my beloved apartment in Toronto and most of my worldly stuff. Then I moved to Costa Rica to teach yoga and live in nature with my then boyfriend.

Fast forward later in the year and the lack of stuff to set up a house and bring a baby into the world created a big enough fear and anxiety in me to fill my whole house over -- twice. So much for the freedom I had set out with earlier that year.

As a meditator and mindfulness practicioner, I would like to say I was able to "sit" through it mindfully. And maybe I did a little. But mostly I remember the acute feeling of anxiousness deep within my core. I will never forget what anxiousness feels to me.

The worst part (but probably the healthiest) was there wasn't anywhere to escape from the anxiety and fear. Now living in the US I couldn't work. I didn't have any friends. We didn't have a computer yet. Or a couch. Or a second car. There I was, alone in the woods, husband off working, facing my anxiety and fear front on while the baby grew inside of my belly.

I couldn't even read any of the spiritual books that I had to lug with me to Central America and back. With the half of mind I had left while pregnant, I was so unsettled that I couldn't even focus on anything requiring much thought.

I remember "sitting with the anxiety" (and the sickness and feeling not much like myself) a lot. I remember the only thing that calmed me in those days was to sing from deep within my heart to my unborn child. Singing was the only thing that kept us both at peace. (That and walking in the woods. But walking in Tennessee in the humid summer and hot early fall while pregnant wasn't fun either).

The anxiety I felt at being a mother for the first time translated to the need to accumulate stuff. 

At that point, I may of not felt in control of my destiny, but darn it, I certainly had control over the physical accumulation of  baby stuff! The more the better in my mind. If I had the "right baby stuff" it would assure that I was at least doing something right.

Lots of colors on our play mat.
Did I mention, we had two!
Never mind the anxiety that we didn't have a lot of money at the time to spend on our child like, what seemed like, the rest of North America did. I didn't want people to see us a poor!

For example, everyone seemed to have an exersaucer for their baby, and by golly I didn't want to be an unfit mother! I didn't want people to think that we couldn't provide for our son, so I stocked Freecycle until I got my hands on one.

Guess what? The thing was HUGE and hideous! So many colors and took up so much space in our little home. AND, my son....hated it! Every time we tried to put him in it, he would cry after about a minute. Looking back, it was more stimulation to an already overstimulating environment. No wonder he just wanted to be held and talked to. Never mind all the crazy colorful toys he didn't want to play with.

That is when it hit me. My mindset about baby stuff was just completely wrong. Sure, I knew it on some level, but it took a "waking up". We had managed to accumulate a very descent amount of baby stuff, consciously or by being privy to a lot of second-hand stuff or gifts. In our small space, it was just.so.dizzying! Not to mention the unsettling amount of bright colors and plastic.


Can't believe I am sharing this. Attempting yoga dodging
my first-born and baby stuff.

Fast forward to the birth of my second child three years later. I was a totally different mother. This time I had long accepted and grown to love my life as a mother, and learned to use motherhood as a way to shine the light on my own dark patches and use it as a tool for my self-development. Not only this, but being a mother has opened many doors for me to connect and help other parents.

With my second child, I mindfully set up our new two bedroom  home to create a place of deep calm, where creativity and spirit could burst forth. I learned my lesson.

I try to be mindful of the amount of toys and clutter in my house. I seek not to overwhelm my children (or myself) with too much visual stimulus. It was a conscious decision to have as much as my house brown and beige, with only the truly special stuff glowing with color. You know, the painted watercolors on the fridge, or the rainbow of silk play scarfs, the string banner on our otherwise bare wall that rotates our holiday or craft creations.

Our play corner now: simple, earthy, organized.
Color catching mystical silk painting on the wall.


For us, it creates a calm and warm place in which imagination can burst out.

It took me a couple years with kids to figure out this balance though. I wish I knew it sooner.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Kid-Free Recharge Recipe


I returned home with a shining heart and spirit today after a rare kid-free morning. When I got back, my kids seemed absolutely adorable, my husband irresistible, and I didn't even care the house was a mess.

I don't always feel this way after some alone time. A lot of the time I feel completely overwhelmed by all the stuff I could get done. Easily, I get locked in the mind-set that kid-free time is my one little window to run all those errands without carting two kids around, or attend to all those cleaning and organizing projects I have been putting off.

Today was different. I knew I needed to recharge or I would be a cesspool of irritability and distraction all weekend.

It's funny. Now that I am a mother, what I need to recharge and nourish my spirit is much different then what I needed as single city working gal. Then, it was active yoga to balance my sedentary job, and deep meditation to balance my overworked mind. And maybe a little social time out on the town.

Today, it was:

  • Teaching a prenatal yoga class to 12 very grateful moms;
  • Loosing myself one-pointedly, blissfully, and indulgently in eating as much Indian buffet food as I could possibly manage - alone without any distraction;
  • Walking around downtown on a beautiful sunny day taking in the world.

Maybe it isn't that different. But it feels so different. Being a mom has opened me up to the benefits and rewards of serving and helping others. I do that now as a mom, but it is a nice escape to connect to other mothers or adults when I teach.

Connecting to others in a positive way leaves me jazzed up on shakti.

I know I need to do yoga too, but these days, it rarely leaves me feeling completely nourished. I am a point in my practice that I am digging a lot of stuff up, and dealing with battling my ego. Facing my true self full force is not always pretty. After struggling with the endless demands of motherhood, battling myself on the mat adds to the insult.

But teaching, ahh, that is a sweet piece of cake. Speaking of eating...

Only a mom with young kids could fully appreciate the sweet bliss of indulging one-pointedly in a bottomless assortment of divine food.

At home, I am usually the last to sit down and when I do, I am conscious of creating good family connection time by talking, for better or worse. So I rarely taste a bite of my food. I love food. I rarely feel nourished and full after eating, and it is no wonder why.

So it would appear that my recipe for bliss in my kid-free time is:

EAT, TEACH, WALK outside.

What is your recipe? Take a moment to think about it. Key thing to remember here is to: KEEP IT SIMPLE. Do less, be more.

Once you have an idea, take time to try it out. Feel free to experiment, or change it up.

Add in a pinch of creativity, a dash of love-making, or a hint of spontaneous skinny dipping in the ocean.

Whatever will bring you back deeply smiling from the inside.

Photo and great article on Eight Ways to Recharge Your Spirit, here.