I firstly loved the physical, getting lost in your body, yoga. I felt strong and totally capable. I actually felt kind of beautiful when I was on my mat. I remained intrigued by yoga and began to incorporate relaxation and core work into the aerobics classes I was teaching in college and early work life. However, it was when I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism and was pretty anxious about it, that I took a deeper yogic dive. Soon after my diagnosis, I became pregnant with my first child. I did a very gentle physical practice with my first baby and maybe it seeped into his soul because Aidan is my deeply peace-filled young man. I remember Aidan's birth so clearly. I can sense, even now, how deeply I stayed with each breath.
Then came my second dear child, Ethan. This pregnancy was divine. I was strong. I dare say I was radiant. The delivery was so ease-filled, as if the heavens literally opened to welcome him. However, after I had Ethan, my body was out of whack. My thyroid was confused. My cholesterol was elevated and my weight would not normalize. I knew yoga was good for me and I knew it was good for the endocrine system, so, I took a chance. I can see the moment I decided to stop all other forms of wellness and to commit myself to yoga in a different manner. From this point, everything seemed to fall into the right places for me.
My whole approach to life altered. Being a child of the 70's, I've always had a bit of the flower child in me, but after having Ethan, it was as if I allowed her to fully emerge. My eating was always pretty healthy but I allowed this to become a focus of my life. I began to watch more clearly how I interacted with others, really believing that what you put out into the world sticks and comes back to you for good or for bad. Mom always said to me things like 'you won't always be the most beautiful but you can be the kindest', and 'speak as you want to be spoken to'. My mama lives by Paul McCartney's quote, 'the love you take is equal to the love you make'. She is a dear light in my life and, as I write this, I realize that she gave me my first introductions to the beauty of yoga just by sharing her heart with me.
Soon another pregnancy came and a girl named Norah was born. I was so happy to have a daughter and, with her birth, I decided to stay home with the children. I am a kind of active person who likes to produce things she can see. I began cooking like mad, gardening, doing lots of yoga and making jewelry. During these years, cooking became fresh and healing to our family. Everything we experienced shaped our family. Having three children under 5 was wonderful and challenging and the yoga was always there for me.
I love to teach and share what I love. Some of my friends asked if I would teach them a bit of yoga. Of course I did this. We started meeting in my house once a week in super small groups. I became pregnant again but I decided that it was time to study and get certified. I did this through YogaFit and then I did a full 200-hour program with Aura Wellness.
Our fourth child, Clara, was born and for many years she was present for all classes (and sometimes still makes a celebrity appearance). I would often hold Clara as I demonstrated a yoga asana for the class. No one ever seemed to mind Clara's presence (probably because she is just so darned cute like her daddy).
When I met my friends Lauren and Ashley I found the courage to become a life-long student of yoga. I've been through two brilliant and life-altering apprenticeships with my yoga mentor, Ashley Litecky (owner of Sky House Yoga), and I am currently studying Kundalini yoga. I will always be a student of yoga.
As a teacher, my greatest teachers are my friends, family and students. You will see on the site some pictures of the people in my life who gather here each week. The images, although beautiful, do not come close to capturing the kindnesses and love that they have shared with me and each other. This studio space and our yoga have shaped my whole life and I am grateful.
There is one person who lights up my life just through his smile. My husband, Matt, has a great smile. Without him, I would not be a completely happy person. At our wedding, our friend Mike gave a toast wherein he described Matt as a huge oak tree and me as a climbing rose vine that travels up the trunk. Matt, you are my support, my hero, my best friend, my guide. I love you and thank you for allowing me to do what I adore in our home.
Each of my future posts will include a pose I am playing with and a recipe that nourishes. Thanks for reading and for sharing this sweet life with me.
With caring and peace,