Sunday, June 9, 2013


Outdoor Yoga BEGINS TUESDAY, JUNE 11, 6:45 PM, following Rebecca's 
Yoga Tune Up Workshop held at River  Athletic Club, 5-6;30 PM  .
 Post workshop, we'll meet on bikes at Sari Sanctuary, set an intention for the evening ride & stretch out in asanas. Then off to the mystery local to build to our apex pose. 
Returning back to Sari Sancturary by 8 PM.  

TUESDAY YOGA TUNE UP:  June 11, 5-6:30 PM at River Bend A.C.  $8 Members/$15 non-members
Build a practice of progressively challenging bi-cep shaping, shoulder protecting. arm balancing asanas. 
*Learn the 5 Anusara Yoga Universal Principals of Alignment through demonstrations, assists and steadfast practice, and confidently go where you've never been before!! Learn how to mindfully prevent and work to heal previous shoulder injuries.  Acute conditions will not practice.

TUESDAY YOGA TUNE UP:  June 18, 5-6:30 PM at River Bend A.C. $8 / $15 both /$15 non-members 
   Build a practice of hip openers and thigh stretches to release tight hamstrings, quads and and hip flexors. 
*Learn the 5 Anusara Yoga Universal Principals of Alignment to balance, stabilize and optimize the use of your lower back, psoas and hips, all while mindfully keeping muscular/skeletel system aligned from head to toe, or rather toes to head, foundation to crown. Yoga therapeutics and progressive poses practiced.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

SPRING by Mary Oliver


Somewhere a black bear
has just risen from sleep
and is staring
down the mountain.
All night
in the brisk and shallow restlessness
of early spring

I think of her,
her four black fists
flicking the gravel,
her tongue

like a red fire
touching the grass,
the cold water.
There is only one question:

how to love this world.
I think of her
like a black and leafy ledge

to sharpen her claws against
the silence
of the trees.
Whatever else

my life is like
with its poems
and its music
and its glass cities,

it is also this dazzling darkness
down the mountain,
breathing and tasting;

all day I think of her --
her white teeth,
her wordlessness,
her perfect love.


"Make of Yourself a Light" - Buddha

 by Mary Oliver 

"Make of yourself a light," said the Buddha,
 before he died.
 I think of this every morning
as the east begins
to tear off its many clouds
of darkness, to send up the first
signal--a white fan
streaked with pink and violet,
 even green.
 An old man, he lay down between
two sala trees,
 and he might have said anything,
 knowing it was his final hour.
 The light burns upward,
it thickens and settles over the fields.
Around him, the villagers gathered
and stretched forward to listen.
 Even before the sun itself
hangs, distracted, in the blue air,
I am touched everywhere
by its ocean of yellow waves.
No doubt he thought of everything
that had happened in his difficult life.
 And then I feel the sun itself
as it blazes over the hills,
like a million flowers on fire--
clearly I'm not needed,
yet I feel myself turning
into something of inexplicable value.
Slowly, beneath the branches,
 he raised his head.
He looked into the faces of that frightened crowd.