Amidst all of this, the truth is that had you asked me not that long ago if I had ever been on my own Hero’s Journey, I would have most likely replied with uncertainty. However, I’ve learned in the most sincere way possible, that the Hero’s Journey IS indeed the journey of life. We are ALL on the Hero’s path. We are not separate from the characters we see in the movies we watch or the novels we read. We are not separate from our dream images. We are not separate from each other.Read More
Yoga teacher training supports my ability to trust myself; to know who I am and what I want no matter the messages that surround me. Yoga gives me language, peace, and confidence to stand in my truth know that it is only mine alone. I stand uncertain of what dragons lie within me. Some I have already encountered and the battle to slay them is no ‘one and done’ scenario. “Following my bliss,” even in its vague form gives me direction and bravery to face other dragons that I may not have met yet.
Wise Leader? Crap, I got the wrong card. I think for a second about grabbing a different one from the line of Sacred Traveler cards that Hilary laid out on the ground and realize it's too late, everyone's already here. It's the first day of Yoga Teacher Training and I'm sitting at the front of the room with the lead teachers. I feel like I'm in the wrong spot. I decide to take the card as a sign and try to shift my perspective but it still feels weird.Read More
Through suffering I have met new parts of myself. It’s almost as if scoliosis was a training ground, a Heroine’s journey into the underworld to gather the materials that I would eventually require. In these underworld journeys, in our suffering, this is where we dissolve, and meet the multiplicity of ourselves. Hillman called this necessary disintegration in the underworld, “falling apart.” This is where soul rejoins symptom for me, in the dissolution, the loss, in falling apart to a larger story; making room for what serves soul.Read More
Apparently, in second grade I wrote a note to myself in my yearbook. This note from my 8-year old self sat in my yearbook for decades, eventually forgotten about by my future self…until the other night when my partner and I decided to exchange old yearbooks and look at them for fun.Read More
When a caterpillar transforms into his/her chrysalis, it completely sheds his former self. It is odd to see what looks like a dead and desiccated caterpillar carcass dangling beside a brilliant jade green chrysalis. What would be possible if we too were so willing to let go of our attachments?
When we hide our stuff, or ignore our stuff that we wish we didn’t have, it doesn’t go away. Even if we think something doesn’t matter anymore, all we are really doing is stuffing it down somewhere in our unconscious, but it’s not gone. It will always be there.Read More
Moving through Dream Tending, there seemed to be a common thread while we were sharing our dreams in circle. One of us would share a dream and often start out animated, laughing, light hearted while explaining the goofiness of a dream. But as we tended the dream together, through focused questions while uncovering the symbolic meaning, the dreamer’s mood would visibly shift and become more serious as the unconscious meaning of the dream would come into awareness. We all saw and felt this as a collective experience and a deep social connectedness. It was incredibly powerful, that feeling of dropping down into the unconscious, together.Read More
Overall, this weekend taught me that the more I learn, the more I realize how much I don’t know. It’s amazing how much there is to learn but I am over the moon excited to continue this journey. Now that I’ve gotten over the nervous jitters of beginning, I just want to keep going.Read More
Often, we are own biggest obstacle. We build up walls, we make excuses, we form judgements, and we resist change and growth. It can be so easy to let inertia keep us rooted in our familiar trajectory. It takes energy to veer off in a new, unexpected direction.
...I’m talking about the other kind of Hero’s Journey. The one where you are summarily grabbed from behind in a sleeper hold by the Fates and then thrown against your will into a dark pit of steaming vipers, landing at the bottom, alone, with your femur bone sticking out of your thigh. This is the Hero’s Journey where you face the unimaginable. This is the descent into the Underworld.Read More
Contrary to popular belief, there are more ways to "know" something than just through our intellect. Depth Psychology posits that the imaginal realms of the unconscious hold hidden jewels and treasures that lie beyond the reach of the rational mind, and if we want to move towards wholeness, we must tap into these inner resources in the spirit of cultivating psychic balance.Read More
Just because we are living, it doesn’t mean we are alive or fully awake in our lives. I became curious about what being alive could really be like. I stumbled into my first yoga class and it was there I began to understand that my life didn’t have to be ridden with the myriad of negative outcomes of unprocessed trauma I was experiencing.Read More
I chose my Teacher Training location, as I have made many other decisions in life; on a whim. I had 3 personal requirements while Internet searching:
- Must be in India.
- Residential program - live, eat, breathe yoga.
- Must have a healthy dose of both physical asana and philosophy.
My yoga teacher training experience started as a lesson right from the start, reminding me of the wise adage "when the student is ready, the teacher will appear."Read More
Teacher Training allows us to be so fully in our practice, in our bodies, in our learning. Supported and safe enough to engage. Safe enough to expand. We are at our most raw, and often at our best in these deliberate pursuits of spiritual deepening. A truly profound opportunity. How much can we soak in? How much can we let go?Read More
On my first day of teacher training, I found myself in downward facing dog during a class practice. I was feeling quite proud of myself and my ability to get my heels all the way down to the floor. Suddenly, the lead instructor pointed out my red face, hyper-extended joints, and that I wasn't breathing. I was shocked. I had thought that I had been doing the pose "the right way."Read More
Allowing my mind’s energy to sink into my body — this is the moment India became my greatest form of meditation in life. Simply going with the flow. I honed into my inner strength, my breath, the wisdom of being human, I tapped into a peaceful space inside of myself in the midst of an absolute cluster fuck and I promised myself to stick with it for the long haul, six months of studying India’s culture.Read More
I had so desperately wanted relief, or peace, or shade from the suffering I endured after my father's death. Instead, I ended up puking, shitting, and sweating my way through the first week.Read More
When asked to write about my experiences traveling around India, I found myself initially torn. Do I write a shiny, sugarcoated yogi blog about a Nag Champa scented journey to the Motherland of Yoga? Or should I be brutally honest and open, concerning all aspects of my trip? Having been an experienced backpacker, I’d thought my travels in Central and South America would’ve prepared me for travel in India... I was wrong.Read More