Welcome, summer!

June 6th, 2010

A poem for a beautiful summer day.

Today by Billy Collins

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day

Office Hours

May 20th, 2010

Join us tomorrow for Office Hours!

Last week we tweeted and Tami gave a Twitter lesson (do you use it? why/not?)

This week? Whatever you like. Come with questions, opinions, stories… or not!

We’ll be drinking a green ginger tea. You’ll have the option of iced or hot.

And then stay for class – free – from 4:30-5:30. Make it a double header with Yin at 6. TGIF!

Hope to see you.

Choices

May 16th, 2010

From Sunday morning class. Thanks for showing up and “living in the complexity of your choice”!

(For the other poem–and more about the class–click here.)

by Nikki Giovanni

if i can’t do
what i want to do
then my job is to not
do what i don’t want
to do

it’s not the same thing
but it’s the best i can
do

if i can’t have
what i want… then
my job is to want
what i’ve got
and be satisfied
that at least there
is something more to want

since i can’t go
where i need
to go… then i must … go
where the signs point
though always understanding
parallel movement
isn’t lateral

when i can’t express
what i really feel
i practice feeling
what i can express
and none of it is equal
i know
but that’s why mankind
along among the animals
learns to cry

Office Hours

May 13th, 2010

In college I loved office hours. I had questions. I wanted to build a relationship with the professor. I wanted some one-on-one time.

So the idea of holding office hours (without the work of going back to school) rocks. (Thanks, Gwen!)

Every Friday from 3:30-4:30 pm It’s All Yoga will be open for office hour. I will host. Special guests (other teachers, community folk, Midtown business movers and shakers) will stop by.

We will drink tea. This week’s tea is Apple Oriental Nights — a wonderful apple based fruit tea with dates, figs and lemon. It’s divine.

And we will chat. About Yoga, about the weather, about haps around Sac. Anything from the latest iPhone app to the Yoga Sutras. Whatever you like.

Office hour is conveniently timed right before our Free Friday class. This week Donna and Tami are co-teaching. We are sure to be pampered.

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Each week there will be a blog post announcing any guests and the tea (very important). We’ll also let you know of the rare schedule change or cancellation here and on Facebook.

Let me know in the comments if you’ll be dropping by. And if you want your tea hot or iced…

Look forward to seeing you!

Michelle

Sunday Afternoon

May 9th, 2010

A precious Sunday afternoon.

An unlikely rainy May day… Mother’s Day.

And even as a “just” a bonus mom, I relish in the afternoon’s invitation to curl up on the couch with a book.

Which reminds me to share about the upcoming Book Club book. Lovingkindness by Sharon Salzberg.

As a reader, I’m a highlighter, underliner, dog-earer, circle, star, and exclamation point maker.

There isn’t one page in this book that doesn’t have some of the above on it.

My first read of this book was about two years ago and I’ve reread and referenced it many times since. It’s a jewel among gems.

It’s one of the required books for Teacher Training. Being able to talk about it in the group helped deepen its effects even more.

So I’m thrilled that it is this month’s Club book.

I’m also thrilled that Kathy Les offered thoughts on her first-timer experience from last month’s Club meeting.

She shared:

I’m someone who loves books and reads a lot. Each time the It’s All Yoga newsletter arrives in my inbox, I read with special interest the selections for the upcoming book club. Until the March meeting of the book club, I had only perused the list of selected books, but never attended. Well, that’s not exactly true. I perused the book list and a few times actually read the book without attending the meeting, mostly because of time conflicts, but in part because I was unsure of how the meeting would flow.

I did actually read (on the sly) two novels from among last year’s book club selections: All Over Creation by Ruth Ozeki and Peace Like A River by Leif Enger. I really loved both these books. I liked that this was a yoga book club that didn’t necessarily focus on the obvious spiritual and motivational material, but both of these certainly have a strong ethical and spiritual overtone. When the next selection of books was announced — and included books of a motivational and spiritual nature, I was ready and intrigued. I hadn’t ever read anything by the Dali Lama and the idea of learning more about the notion of happiness in his Art of Happiness appealed to me.

It was a pleasure to learn more about the Dali Lama and his spiritual outlook on happiness and suffering and see it compared to western psychiatric thinking as expressed by the book’s co-author, Howard Cutler, MD. I devoured the book, each page full of comforting revelation and insight. So I decided to take the next step and attend the book club meeting to see how my fellow yogis reacted to the book. It was a lovely late afternoon meeting with a chance to meet others from the yoga studio who I did not already know. As with all of life — and as expressed by the Dali Lama in his book — we don’t really know someone until we take the chance to get to know them.

Each of the people who attended the meeting had interesting and different insights to impart. I not only learned about their perspective on the book, but also learned more about them. There’s nothing like the shared reading of a book to connect people. The book club is a special chance to get to know those who you see in yoga but don’t have time to get to know better during the class. And the book choices are well worth reading. The two upcoming books come highly recommended by Tami, the book club leader, and I look forward to reading and discussing them at the upcoming meetings.

Thanks for your feedback, Kathy. It’s rich discussion like this that makes these meetings so fulfilling.

I’m looking forward to our discussion on Lovingkindness on May 23rd, 4-5:30. I hope you will be there.

Where’s the Silence?

April 29th, 2010

Thank you for the dedicated time to renew my commitment to take better care of myself both physically and spiritually.

Everything—the nuances of the yoga (even poses we do all the time), the readings, amazing views and scenery, being cared and cooked for, swimming under the stars—brought heart and soul into my practice.

This is feedback from the Summer Solstice retreat last year.

There is nothing like going on retreat.

For the past two years I have attended the Women’s Retreat at Spirit Rock Meditation Center.

Nothing like seven days of silence and meditation to show you what you’ve been hiding behind: the internet, a 100 mile an hour pace, an overload of work and obligation. These distractions get loud and heavy and the real messages of the body and heart drown. Sometimes we feel like we’re drowning.

This is where I am right now.

And sadly, this year I cannot go to the retreat.

So I’ve decided two things:

First, to take this weekend (which is the start of the Women’s Retreat) as a self-guided silent meditation weekend at home.

My husband will be out of town. I can unplug my computer and turn off the phone. That’s the “easy” part.

There also will be no music, no reading, writing, or talking. (The dogs will definitely wonder what’s up!)

I will superimpose the retreat schedule over my day—sitting and walking meditations, meals, work period, yoga, listening to one dharma talk in the evening (the exception to the silent rule), and early to bed/early to rise.

I am nervous about this experiment. Afraid I will not have the discipline to stick with it.

I am also sad to not have the support (albeit silent) of the other women at the retreat. Community makes so much difference.

Which leads to my second decision: to suggest that the Summer Solstice retreat in Calistoga in June be computer- and internet-free.

This might not sound like a big deal, and maybe it isn’t for you. But for many of us, hopping on to check email, or Googling one little thing (which leads to to 14 other things and two hours later…) borders on obsession.

We might have moments of going inside, getting in touch with ourselves but get we get only so far before hopping online brings us back “out” and away from that soft center where truth and contentment and joy live.

A yoga retreat allows us the opportunity to get quiet (even if it’s not silent) in a different way. To build relationships with others without one eye on the voice mail.

It allows us the opportunity to disconnect from our regular patterns and reconnect with what is Big and Real and Essential in our lives.

I wish for all of us what last year’s Solstice retreatant connected with: a dedicated time to renew my commitment to take better care of myself both physically and spiritually.

If you are longing to make that connection, come to the Solstice retreat. You can see the details here, and I’m happy to discuss anything that might make coming more possible for you. Just email me at michelle@itsallyoga.com.

I’ll get back to you after the weekend =)

xo
Michelle

For Adele

April 28th, 2010

All night I could not sleep
because of the moonlight on my bed.
I kept on hearing a voice calling:
Out of Nowhere, Nothing answered “yes.”

~Zi Ye

Will we?

April 15th, 2010

When I read this poem I am reminded of the responsibility we each bear. To ourselves, each other, the children.

Earth Day is next week. It’s kind of like Christmas or Easter at church — people show up. Because they’re supposed to.

What about the rest of the time? What about the trash I walk by every day on my way to the studio? What about the plastic bags used for Allie’s lunches?

Earth Day is important. It is a reminder, lest we forget that this planet is precious and perishable.

And so is every other day.

This poem reminds me.

Shoulders
by Naomi Shihab Nye

A man crosses the street in rain
stepping gently, looking two times north and south,
because his son is asleep on his shoulder.
No car must splash him.
No car drive too near to his shadow
this man carries the world’s most sensitive cargo
but he’s not marked.
Nowhere does his jacket say FRAGILE,
HANDLE WITH CARE.
His ear fills up with breathing.
He hears the hum of a boy’s dream
deep inside him.
We’re not going to be able
to live in this world if we are not willing to do what he’s doing with
one another.
The road will only be wide.
The rain will never stop raining.

Spring

March 30th, 2010

Ah… Spring.

Unpredictable, enchanting, maddening. There are new buds. There are things that have died off and need to be removed. In some ways it encompasses the full cycle of life.

More so than usual this year, I find myself fighting with the weather:

I wish it was warmer. I wish it wasn’t windy.
I wish it was some other way…

This is not a very productive conversation.

Stephen Levine, in his book, A Gradual Awakening, makes these comments: “…Perhaps the clearest definition we could have of mental suffering: wishing we were elsewhere. Wanting things to be otherwise is the very essence of suffering. We almost never directly experience what pain is, because our reaction to it is so immediate that most of what we call pain is actually our experience of resistance to that phenomenon. And the resistance is usually a good deal more painful than the original sensation.”

I am creating more suffering by wishing the weather otherwise than the weather would actually cause alone.

At the same time, it’s helpful to notice my wishing and recognize it as a disconnection from the perfection of the present moment.

To let the language alert me of the way in which I have closed down and cut myself off from possibility.

And to let the noticing instantly change the pattern — just noticing creates more space, loosens the grip on wanting things to be a certain way.

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How do create more suffering for yourself? What clues do you use to bring you back? What does spring mean to you?