Morning rituals ground me. One I do every day is take a long walk (5 miles!) in a cemetery near my house. I've been doing this for years and it's become an essential part of my practice. You may not feel like a 5-mile cemetery walk is your cup of tea, but I would encourage you to
There is no better moment to laugh than the present one. It's the only one we have. There is no better moment to breathe than the present one. It's the only one we have.
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Grateful to be in India this month where I'm practicing both!
Pranayama is so much more than breathing practices. The breath is the bridge between the body and the mind and it can be utilized to alter physical, energetic and mental manifestations.
There are basic breathing practices to develop the inner awareness.
There are expanding bre
Neutrality is acceptance. Acceptance of both sides of the same coin. It is a place of balance. A place of stability rather than being pulled in all directions.
In neutrality there is space to achieve clarity of vision and purpose.
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While digitalizing my old slides I came across this picture of villagers in Nepal working on this huge mill. In our yoga classes we teach an asana called "churning the mill" and this is a good visual for that!
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Be a Warrior, not a Worrier! This is our theme in Yoga for Anxiety @atma_center on Saturday mornings, 1030-11:45. Join us in an all levels class that will take you into the rest of your weekend with calm and energy!
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I had the great fortune to be in the company of Swami Satyananda many times before his mahasamadhi. He often had one of his dogs at his side. Here Poornam shows his love and Sri Swamiji shows his by quietly accepting that love in the middle of a festival at the ashram.
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The light of knowing shines in
and my light shines out!
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But sometimes the storms come.
Words streak through the darkness like lightening,
thunderous crashes of anger in their wake.
Egos howl like the wind.
My spirit is soaked by the downpour.
Then I see my soul. My atma.
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