tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83433796136795460832011-05-19T01:14:35.812-07:00Bending, breathing, and biting my way to a better life.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749350928413090112noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343379613679546083.post-14524420505499639462009-01-29T13:03:00.000-08:002009-01-29T17:37:40.940-08:00

As many of you know, I closed my yoga studio, The New Studio, about a month ago. It was sad but it has been a huge blessing and many doors have opened since that one closed. Funny how when we're in the thick of it, mired in our own darkness, we rarely trust or believe that will actually happen.  Silly, humans. "Do the yoga, all is coming". "Be still and know that I am God". Whoever you believe is

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I don't even think I know how to write a blog entry any more, it's been so long. I guess I've been using all my creative juicy juice to jumpstart a new yoga studio, called, quite simply (perhaps too simply?) The New Studio. I left "yoga" out of the name because this beautiful place will soon hatch into a gallery/multi-purpose community space where all sorts of fun things will happen. Perhaps hula

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I love parties. I might even I love parties even more than I love yoga (is that possible?).So, when I was approached to host a surprise yoga birthday party for one of my favorite yogini's ( a regular at my Thursday night class) and her 5 friends, I was thrilled to have an afternoon to indulge some of my favorite obsessions: food, yoga, music, and parties.Here's what it looked like: the birthday

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This beautiful mama bird lives on the air conditioner outside my bedroom window. I wonder if she shopped around before settiling down on the 2nd block of Catharine Street here in the Queen Village neighborhood of Philadelphia. After all, she probabbly could have had a ton more window sill space in the Art Museum. With a garage. And a roof deck.Anyway, I'm glad she landed here. I do believe she

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Happy friggin Valentines Day. Stupidest holiday ever invented. And I swear, I'd feel this way even if I wasn't currently nursing a fresh wound to the heart.There is perhaps nothing that has the potential to bring us closer or farther away from our yoga practice and spiritual journey more than good old fashioned heartbreak.The days following a breakup, each breath teeters precariously on the edge

Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749350928413090112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343379613679546083.post-12035595695446366852008-01-17T11:56:00.003-08:002008-02-13T22:01:25.982-08:00

Playing with peacock pose at new South Philly studio.It's been too long, my friends. And I have no good reasons for why I have not posted anything on this here blog other than that I've been practicing balancing on my forearms a lot lately (I've posted this picture as evidence, taken with a 10-second self timer, so be nice!) which makes my writs a little tired, which keeps me away from the

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Last Friday night the moon was very full. It was a a full moon in Taurus, to be exact, for all you astrology junkies. (Read more about the effects of the Full Moon at http://www.thecosmicpath.com/) The evening when the full moon falls in one's birth sign is supposedly a most auspicious occasion. And as tried and true Taurus, I thought it couldn't hurt to soak up some lunar energy that is

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Bad day at the office Nicetown, PAFor the past year, I've been schlepping to a job in a shithole of a place called, absurdly enough, Nicetown. And I'm here to tell you that it is one of the most despicable shitholes on the planet. Today is my last day on the job in

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We keep getting back together, me and Joe. We try to break up for good, but I always go back for more. It's just that he's so hot. So strong. So complex and bold. And he smells so damn good. I honestly can't help but love him.But it's time. I know he's no good for me, and we need to let each other go. He messes with my mind. Makes me all nervous and jittery, an anxious wound-up wreck -- a state

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Bacon. Cigarettes. Sex with the ex who messes with your head. New clothes you can’t afford. A new job. A boob job. You name it, we yearn, usually for things to be different than they are.It’s normal (right?): we humans crave earthly delights and typically find ourselves nice n’ happy once we’ve satisfied our carnal pangs for things like pork. Or porking, for that matter. (Yoga Police: I don't eat

Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749350928413090112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343379613679546083.post-68881347525824956242007-09-10T15:03:00.000-07:002007-09-11T10:58:33.764-07:00

It's no laughing matter. For those of you who are reading the words mula bandha (moo-luh bahn-duh) for the first time, please hang in there. At least for a few more sentences. Trust me when I tell you that no one who does yoga really even knows how to tell people who don't do yoga what mula bhanda is. I'm convinced.This is not to say it's some big yogic secret reserved for an enlightened flexible

Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749350928413090112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343379613679546083.post-80837551541426151182007-08-30T12:21:00.000-07:002007-08-31T08:26:42.685-07:00

...had 4 humps. And so might you if you continue to hunch over a computer screen all day, hour after hour, week after week, month after month. You get the point. The spine gets no lovin at a desk job. Who would have thought a camel could come to the rescue? Enter Ustrasana. Ustra means, camel, in sanskrit. Now, most poses bear a likeness to their namesake in the animal kingdom, but I just don't

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Starting in September, I'll be teaching ( Such a loaded word. I much prefer "leading" ) at a few yoga studios in Philly.So come one, come all. All levels of stretchy welcome, I promise.I'm 200-hr, Yoga Alliance certified through Vibrant Living Yoga (See:http://www.radiantlyalive.com/) a Vinyasa, Ashtanga training and raw food retreat on the island of Bali. That's in Indonesia. And I mean no

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