Keep It Simple

Dear Ones,


Close your eyes.

Slow down.

Then focus on what you are thinking about.
Notice how you are thinking about it.
How you are responding to it.

Then step back and witness, because that is what you are giving your power to.

Where you put your thoughts is where you put your power.

Believe in your power. Lay claim. Make it yours.

Much love,

Yes! New Year's Day 6-8PM Kundalini By Candlelight returns for the third year. Big, luscious kundalini practice to clear out the old and ring in the new year. All levels welcome and invited. 
Similar to the summer offering, this winter we will meet each Saturday in Fed Hill from 12-3 to work our way through the Wanderlust: A Modern Yogi's Guide to Discovering Your Best Self. A comprehensive tour of yoga where each chapter includes philosophy, modern essays from leading teachers, journaling prompts, and an asana practice with a playlist to match. 

Our summer session was wonderful. The community of yogis that gathered impacted their food, families, and outlook far more than they expected. If you've been looking to learn more about the breadth and history of yoga and how to apply it off the mat, this is the class for you. All levels welcome!

Yes! There are aromatherapy oil blends to match each month's kundalini practice. Always available at the front of the class. Come help yourself as you settle in - we become human diffusers for the room - and let me know if you would like your own to take home. $10 per bottle they amplify what the energy we create in the class and bring it back to body and mind later in the day as you use the oil.

"Isn’t it plain the sheets of moss, except that
they have no tongues, could lecture
all day if they wanted about

spiritual patience? Isn’t it clear
the black oaks along the path are standing
as though they were the most fragile of flowers?

Every morning I walk like this around
the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart
ever close, I am as good as dead.

Every morning, so far, I’m alive. And now
the crows break off from the rest of the darkness
and burst up into the sky—as though

all night they had thought of what they would like
their lives to be, and imagined
their strong, thick wings."

Landscape, by Mary Oliver