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these two put the Love in my Life. off the grid we go..... 🏕
I am so lucky to be alive long enough to have this much gray hair. Not everyone gets that chance. ________________________ #thisisnotadressrehearsal
this is what I call avocado toast. please don’t insult me with anything less 🥑😉 . see you tomorrow at Camp Widow San Diego for my Grief In The Body workshop and Saturday morning for yoga! then I’m hopping on a plane to get off the grid with my big love and little love for a much-needed soul reset🏕xox
Yoga tomorrow, 5pm @gatherencinitas (Last class before I head off the grid for a good bit!) . I was never asked to be strong growing up. I was asked to be quiet, to be alert, to be polite, but strong never. Feeling strength, vitality and resilience in my physical body gives me access to emotional and psychological strength I never knew I had. It’s the way we humans are wired (or so says neuroscience and movement science.) . What I love about this sweet little sequence is: 💎moving the hip joints from external rotation to internal rotation 💎transitioning from the frontal plane to transverse plane 💎the visceral pulling in to my center that happens when I lift my bottom arm off the block 💎the strong lateral hip flexor work happening thanks to the band . See you tomorrow! __________________________ #yogabiomechanics #sandiegoyoga #encinitasyoga #carlsbadyoga
ever since I held him in one arm and called 911 with the other (on the green phone I stretched from the office to the hallway) hallways have been a sacred place to me . there is something about being this close to the ground that is so familiar, sobering, alive and dying at the same time . because here on the hallway floor things die things are created things enter and leave and I I sit here and call the balls and the strikes like god or like a tired mother trying to pin her heart to a page _________________ #icallitpoetry
the trajectory and nuance of l o v e in the body is what I have really learned from exploring and teaching about g r i e f in the body the last several years . how it plants itself in our hearts and lungs how its roots reach down into our bellies and in between each key of our organs of love . how it stretches its way through our throats and eyes so it can sing to the world or cry those happy tears . how every hug, smile, kiss and kind word waters it how it winds its way through the cage of our heart and blooms in corners we tried so hard to guard . maybe this is why when we lose the people we love it feels like our whole being-body-psyche is shaken to the bone . because it literally is . how when grief travels the same path as love trying to find its way home it is seldom met with the same freedom as love and so sinks for a time into the soft tissue of our body wraps itself in the folds of each exhale until . until it is nudged awake by a deeper breath or a belly laugh or a tango or a cry . rises and begins to shake the dust pack up its shadows and once again begin the journey home to the love it was borne from ____________________ #tedandmo
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