Variety is the spice of life, and as a yoga teacher I’m blessed with the opportunity to work with all levels of yoginis in spaces throughout Wisconsin. In the summer, I lead yoga retreats on a beautiful island in northern Wisconsin and teach yoga on stand up paddleboards. My winters are spent in my own…
With the passage into the New Year, my Facebook news feed has blown up with words of inspiration, suggestions of resolutions, and details on how to chase progress and perfections. As a yoga teacher, I love that people want to try something new and that yoga is on their list. The symbolism of a fresh…
Women athletes inspire me, but there is a whole new level of admiration for the competitive swimmer. My husband swam competitively for years and my admiration runs deep for the discipline, gracefulness, and strength that it takes to participate. When my children were younger they competed also and I remember specifically delighting in their fearlessness…
As the New Year approaches and everyone looks at their personal version of “out with the old and in with the new” we naturally begin to consider resolutions. I can’t explain the craving for change at this time of the year, but concepts like Father Time being replaced with the New Year’s baby are symbolic…
Ask a child if they want to go for a walk through the woods and you will likely get a less than enthusiastic response. Tell them that there is a hidden treasure involved and you have clues and the tools to find it and you will experience a vastly different reaction….they will probably beat you…
You might think that a person so vested in her yoga practice wouldn’t think twice about attending the newest exercise trend in her hometown. And at first I think I did mutter a little “hmpff” to myself when some of my yoga clients first began talking about their TRX experiences. But I kept my smug…
Many of my favorite yoga clients are runners. Often the runner’s initial reaction to yoga is that it is a necessary evil that they have been told will target problematic areas of their body that hinder their ability to run long distances. So they sigh and, with reluctance, show up in my studio. But eventually…
I cannot imagine it is easy for anyone to hear the words “you have cancer”, and at the same time I still wonder, one year later, if other people are as completely blindsided by those words as I was that day. I didn’t feel sick, and definitely did not meet the criteria for risk factors…
