Staring at the screen here, part of me could write an entire soliliquey about turning 40- the lessons learned, the things I might change if offered the chance for a “do-over,” and ways in which my face and body are changing that I have no control.

This morning I taught a vinyasa class and one of my favorite students asked me to teach an intense arm balance. Immediately the room became uncomfortable- some sighing in annoyance, and others saying “Oh Crap” under their breath.

It’s interesting how people have ingrained feelings toward things they think they can’t achieve- yet how facing the reality of what their body is actually capable of on the mat is a huge gateway for them to challenge themselves outside the studio.

The first few breaths ( years) are bliss, then all of a sudden your holding your breath (and biting your tongue)

Yoga means “union, to bring together.” Within your physical practice you negotiate the UNION of the mind with body, body with breath, and breath with movement. A union of some sort takes place in any relationship whether it’s student /teacher, parent/child, or in marriage, which is thought to be the most sacred union- although I wouldn’t ask Katy Perry or Kim Kardashian for advice on that.