And it’s as though I’m sitting there with something slimy in my hands and I have nowhere to wipe them. (The slimy thing being the compliment.)

Inevitably, there were some students who still fought the props-treating them as a type of crutch.

For them to have an opportunity to transform without any safety net and see who they become. Every part of my being is cheering on this huge decision, because when you see someone on the precipice of massive transformation-how can you not root for them?

I noticed myself getting off track last week. Letting things take longer than they should, talking to people in the shop longer than I normally would, feeling disconnected from my work and crossing my fingers that the motivation will come.

Some theme emerges from the chaos on the page and I see what I’ve been working toward and the writing begins to move.

Sometimes I miss when yoga was still very mysterious. When people used to tell me ‘yoga lets the devil in’ and make other weird comments to me.

“McDonald’s is always busy,” the owner begins, “but their food isn’t the best. So why are they constantly so busy?”

As people who live out in the world, in a world vastly more connected than ever before, there is no surprise we see more conflict than ever before.

My friend was faced with the impossible decision of whether it was time to put her beloved pup down.

I told her I was writing about forgiveness and how I was trying to bridge the gaps in the process. As we talked and told stories about how we came to navigate different situations in life. The concept of boundaries became very clear.

Articles had some very interesting suggestions for categorization and didn’t include family, which can be the hardest category to forgive...

I struggle with the word ‘forgiveness’. The implication negates the difficult process by whittling it down to a single word.

The grandfather asks his grandson, 'How many fish are there?'

I’ve never been to Ireland, but I imagine the rolling plains South of Bloomington looking similar to Ireland as they radiated with the color of new growth.

I'm walking into June with a forward feeling. Events are all around and people are eager to participate in life.

I wonder if it isn’t some kind of sign to let go. That ultimately our perception of control is a lie and to sit down and receive the universal message that we are not in control.

What is the thing that pulled you out of a rut? Was it a quote? A friend? An awareness?

Something that helped me was learning my habit-forming tendency. Gretchin Rubin wrote a book called, The Four Tendencies a few years ago and reading it was like a light bulb going off in my head.

Much like strengthening a muscle, exercising the light and the dark invites us to become more sensitive and aware. To observe the delicate balance of both when we are in the moment so the moment doesn’t take us over.

There is something very loving about this idea of how yoga can approach you in ways that defy words. How it can be more a feeling than anything and when you hit the stride of it all you just move as though in a dream. Colors are different, and what you see and feel pull together in such a harmony there are few experiences like it.