It's nearly time

For the second yoga teacher training weekend! It has been a very  interesting month trying to practice and meditate everyday.  Not to mention dealing with the range of emotions that have been welling up. I've learned a lot more about myself already.  I can't wait for next weekend!

Here are some photos from last weekend. :)

These are all on my walk to and from the studio, some early in the morning, some in the evening. All of it was beautiful.


I've been back in action at my work bench too, so new leather goodness is on it's way soon! Hooray!

My goodness

What a weekend this was! All yoga, all the time! Asheville feels like a second home already, it reminds me so of my college's town. I felt tucked in as soon as the mountains reached around the roads.  How much we learned on our mats, how many muscles you think of when only standing! My body is tired, my soul is eager, my mind is still whirling with the goodness of the teachings.

There are photos to come, of my walk between the studio and the house I'm staying in, but I haven't had a chance to suck them on to the computer yet.  I hope Hurricane here will keep you happy!

I hope you had a fantastic weekend too!

A happy piece of news

I've been stretching. Feeling out my boundaries and building strengths in my breath, hope and arms. I have been pushing myself. I feel I am on the cusp of such change and momentum, I can feel the future in front of me. It is coming out in my art, in my every-day thoughts, in the studio, on my yoga mat.

Yes, my yoga mat. 

Starting in just a few weeks I will begin the many steps towards teaching yoga.

I cannot express how exciting, releasing, and scary this is. It has been a long time since I've committed myself to studying and learning. The program is in Asheville, and I am so, so happy that it beings in the fall. So I can breath the crisp air of the mountains, escape to higher ground to find myself more grounded.  I will wear wool as I walk to class. I will sweat and sweat and study. I will watch the leaves turn, fall, and grow again, green and shining as the program ends.

Yoga has helped me get through so much stress and frustration with much more grace that I expected to ever have. When office work hits the fans, I am still breathing. I save the frustration for the mat. I work through the frustration, turning it into energy, finding instead, new edges as my arms shake. I can hold crow in peace, and am working towards a handstand. It is there, in my grasp, as so many good things are, I've come to learn.  Yoga is learning. I want to share this joyful practice with others.



And so, dearest readers, a new adventure begins, and I can not wait to share it.


namaste.