Thank you to those of you who took the time to read my recent post. Your responses are greatly welcomed and appreciated. I'd like to take a quick moment to share some opportunities for you to fill some S P A C E with Blue Light.
If you haven't heard yet, my dear friend and art historian Katy Smith Abbott and I are leading a retreat in Tuscany October 25 - November 1 2018. We will practice yoga, explore the Tuscan Renaissance in surrounding cities San Gimignano, Siena and Colle di Val d’Elsa, drink wine, taste olive oil, eat and cook with ingredients sourced from the 1100 organic farm we'll be staying on, bike through the surrounding hills, visit a monastery, head to Florence for a day...it goes on. Check out the details here.
I often dream about discovering unknown spaces in my house. I find a staircase or a trap door leading to an uninhabited room. I’m always conflicted about how to use the space; should it be a guest room, a yoga studio. How can I integrate the room into what already exists? I wake up with a familiar giddiness, similar to how I felt when we discovered a built-in stepping stool under our kitchen sink (we lived here for a year not knowing the stool was there). During our first spring in our house we were pleasantly surprised to find apple trees outside that had been covered in snow when we bought the house. Or just a few days ago, after mowing the field a little wider than usual, we discovered asparagus. For three years I’ve been buying asparagus not knowing the vegetable was growing in my backyard.
What would you say if someone guaranteed you a more fulfilling life that required no cutting out of gluten, no traveling to the opposite side of the world, no breaking the bank on the newest healing modality or all-natural plant-based organic product, no sweating it out in front of the latest exercise stream from LA, no need to own a vitamix, no need to follow GP’s diet or beauty routine? Would you be interested? I would.
The wellness industry has hit an all time high of $3.7 trillion and according to the 2018 Global Wellness Summit this number is only going to increase due to rising industry trends like magic mushrooms and feminist wellness. The wellness industry is three times the size of the pharmaceutical industry in this country.
I often give the advice "do it differently, try another avenue." So this fall, I'm going to take a stab at listening to my own advice (because usually what we tell other people is really what we need to hear ourselves, right?). I'm not going to teach any classes for the time being. I'm actively looking for a space to house Blue Light but until the right space manifests, I'm sitting still for awhile. Awhile may be a week, a month...maybe longer.
Another tidbit I often share is "look for the clichés in life" as they are often hastily disregarded. Well, I'm currently living one of these clichés and I'm trying hard to embrace rather than disregard this pivotal transition. I'm the mom whose babies are now in school all day, everyday, and suddenly, I have, for the first time in 8 years (Insert: I know it sounds so cliché...it's killing me too!) time to myself.
we are all called back into the light, readily cracking out from our hard-spun cocoons like seeds dormant in their shells, the light transforms us from arrested to aspiring energy hungry to expand into the newly charged ever tender rays and open completely to the sweeping, absolving rains acutely aware again of our potential
There really is nothing more beautiful than spring in New England. It’s so green and gentle and full of promise. And it’s such a nice time to practice yoga.
Although it was unintentional on my part, it occurred to me this morning that the last time I wrote to you we had just set our clocks back an hour for daylight savings, and here we are, springing forward again. I’m partial to springing forward over falling back. It’s always around this time that I reach for my Red Book. For those of you who don’t know about my trusty Red Book, it’s my personal guide to how to live better. I write down what I learn as I go, things like “Christmas shop early," “Buy travel insurance,” “Leave a day between coming home from vacation and going back to work,” “Turn the lights down when you’re hosting a party,” or today, I wrote “Break up routine with peace-ing out to places where less clothes are necessary and adventures are a guarantee, and if that’s not possible, put plans in place for when it is.” I often forget my own advice but nonetheless I keep trying to help my future self.
And it’s November. Daylight savings has ended. We have arrived at shorter colder days. I think the key to getting through New England winters is twofold: 1) get outside and 2) do yoga. After a long cross country ski or hike in the woods, or to fight off those shoveling aches or winter blues, join me at BLUE LIGHT where you can practice overlooking the Ipswich River in front of a wood burning stove.
On Friday, an unseasonably warm day, my family and I drove to Appleton, a beautiful working farm patched together by rolling stone walls and rooted, through all-knowing trees, to a time without cell phones, to celebrate our friend Amy. As we moved along the winding dirt road, following arrows to the "Celebration of Amy’s Life" written in chalk on slate, we were overwhelmed (but not surprised) by the stream of cars ahead of us, behind us. Car after car parked in the field, person after person opened their doors, and joined the steady seamless flow to our seats under the enormous white tent looming in front of us. Embrace. Again. And again. Each face sparked a connection to Amy and our mutual loss. Each embrace another notch in healing. The sun so bright. The air so warm. The sky so blue.
What a wonderful whirlwind it’s been since the last Blue Light Yoga newsletter. It was back to school week in our house and although a part of me is working hard to stave off those familiar end-of-summer blues, another part is embracing these chilly mornings, ripe tomatoes, and golden light draping over the trees.
Well, a lot has happened since I last wrote before Mother’s Day…
My cousin passed away earlier this month. His death was sudden and (continues to be) heart wrenching. Only weeks into life without my cousin, I am acutely aware of the finality of death and the labor of grieving. I have a new understanding of what it means for your heart to ache and your breath to be taken away and the all-encompassing effects of grieving. And all the while, another week goes by, another month begins, and the simple unbelievable undeniable truth is driven home: life goes on. The truth stings as much as it holds us in place.