Category: Yoga School
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No Sutras Here
I’m typing this from a guest bedroom in Bangalore. I’ve been in India for just over a week now, but it feels oddly like a month. And while I’ve seen so many things it also feels like I’ve seen nothing. Many people I know are going on trips to India soon or are on them…
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Finding My Way Back
“Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.” Gandhi Today is a new day. A different day. I will not post a sutra, relate it to the moment and then go on to analyze what Satchidananda and my brain have to say about…
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Destination Elation
In our final two weeks of yoga teacher training, we have to write a self-reflection. Here’s mine. As our yoga teacher training winds down, I recognize more starkly than when I started just how much I DON’T know. It reminds me of a long time ago when I studied martial arts. When I passed my…
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Waking Up
I’ve started this morning ritual. The alarm goes off and the inky blackness of the room swallows me. Bed is never more appealing that in that conscious state of not quite wake, when you can appreciate a good snuggle in the covers and a pillow on your cheek, the feeling of being held for a…
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The Sound of Silence
Prior to the break between Christmas and New Year, we in Yoga Teacher Training were learning about the heart chakra, “anahata,” which relates to touch. Anahata, however, means “Unstruck Sound.” I was struggling to wrap my head around this concept of unstruck sound. What is unstruck sound but silence? Maybe Simon and Garfunkel’s Sound of…
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We Are One
Today, we return to the yoga teacher training after breaking for the holiday season. Happy 2023 everyone! This is our final month, which seems unfathomable. Will we really have 200 hours on January 28th? Impossible. Also, I know nothing. I have scratched the tip of the tip of the tip of the iceberg. Me, teach?…
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The Light, the Love
I sat in the Christ Presbyterian Church yesterday as the lights went dark and children dressed as shepherds, sheep, and angels squirmed in their seats. Prior to yoga teacher training, I started to go to this church, seeking. It has been a year of searching for deeper meanings and for the common threads in faiths and…
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Satya: On Authenticity
What is the truth? When I was in graduate school, longer ago than I want to admit, the social sciences were grappling with postmodernism. According to postmodernism, there really is no truth – truth is in the eye of the beholder and based on conditioning. There was some tension between this and a belief in…
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