Spring Blossoms Bear the Sweetest Fruit

triquetraToday I vocalized a career dream that has slowly snuck into my consciousness. I will take the leap here to write it down, further putting my intention out into the world. It’s not a particularly revolutionary idea, but the real juicy part is the coalescing of ideas, values and practice into a solid statement.

Teaching yoga for every stage of a woman’s journey through life. Creating classes and spaces that are open to the growth and development of each woman’s body, mind and spirit.

This intention came together for me as I realized that I am currently teaching a beginning yoga class, a prenatal class, I’m preparing to teach ongoing post-partum workshops and on Tuesday, April 5th at 6:00pm  I am teaching my first Mama’s Flow and Restore class at Bloom Health and FitnessMama’s Flow and Restore is a class designed specifically mother’s who want it all- connection and community, a little faster paced, vinyasa style flow, but not without some restorative recharge time as well. Pretty much this is what I wish every yoga class could be.

And the icing on the cake? As I was telling my husband about the coming together of this intention he reminded me that the missing piece here is hospice work. The beauty in this lies in the fact that I am so lucky to have a partner who knows my dreams to an even fuller extent that I can hold myself. It reminds me of the celtic symbol of the triquetra, which represents the 3 stages of a woman’s life: adolescence, child-bearing, and the crone.

And, men: don’t fret! You are more than welcome in all of my gender neutral classes! Your practices make you fuller people (just like practice does for women) and help you appreciate the divine feminine in yourself and the women around you.



The Proverbial Hokey Pokey


During a pivotal point of my son’s labor I read the following poem by Rainer Maria Rilke:

God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.

The golden key for me, the brilliancy of this poem lies in one line: No Feeling is final. To me, this is what labor and delivery is all about. What motherhood and parenting is all about What being a human being is all about. No feeling is final– the proverbial “hokey-pokey” if you will.

In my prenatal classes I hope to empower women to see that every moment is new, that every ache and pain and joy is fleeting. As we practice together, I encourage my students to feel it all and know that whether it is a contraction, a screaming child, or a painful latch, this too shall pass. And that this is what makes life glorious and beautiful.