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    Sorry, everyone, I totally should've done multi-quote - promise I will do it next time. #badforumparticipant Please don't feel embarrassed for asking an honest question. It sounds like your expectations of yourself are getting in the way. It happens to all of us I think (someone please tell me I'm not alone, haha). Listen. It's easy to be influenced by what we see around us, whether in class or on social media. There are yoga instructors who can do the craziest arm balances that I know I can't even safely attempt to do at this point in my practice. Has that gotten me down before? Absolutely. Have I questioned what business I have running a yoga blog if I fall half the time out of x pose and can't do a "perfect" y pose? Yes. Have I felt like a total fraud because I eat meat and drink bone broth like nobody's business? You better believe it. But you know what that is? Expectation. Sometimes I'll get down about it, consider shutting the whole thing down, but then this little voice will pop up inside of me and yell, "Show me the rule book where it says yoga teachers have to be able to do all poses or remember every single sanskrit name, or be vegan, or never get angry! Show me the rule book where it says yoga teachers must never wear make up or get excited about a new pair or yoga pants or enjoy practicing to rock and roll once in a while!" There is no rule book. The real yoga, in my opinion, is the breath linked with the movement. Who freaking cares if I can't do x or y? Who cares if I need to modify this or that? Nobody. As long as I'm breathing and letting go, I'm doing yoga. So each time I step on the mat, I try to let go of expectations for myself, for the teacher, for the class. I also envision a light switch in my head that connects to my thoughts, and I flick it off (do I sound nuts yet ) and try to do the entire practice thoughtless. And when a thought comes (they always do), I just let it float from one side of my head to the other like a cloud, and watch it go by without giving it any energy. Try that, maybe. And read this. Hugs.
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    Don't forget that time when you put your shoes on. Don't squander the opportunity
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    Hey Candace, I've seen your post on spreading the toes (http://yogabycandace.com/blog/2012/11/15/movement-the-toes), though I can't seem to be able to fully grasp this concept. It seems I'm always under or overstretching the toes, and my toe flexibility does not increase despite my gains in hamstring and calf range of movement. Also, among the many Yoga books I've bought I've never seen a single one mentioning spreading the toes. I think such quintessential concept deserves a closer look. Would you mind deeper covering the subject, this time with exercises focused on toe spreading? With more photos, closer shoots of your feet at various angles (dorsal, sides, soles, etc) and a video? Thanks in advance and keep up with the awesome work!
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    I started doing yoga as a way to get in shape and to mix up my regular workout. I used to do a ton of cardio and weights, but after I graduated from college and no longer needed to for my cheerleading team I wanted to transition into something a little less impact heavy. Originally, I was using videos on youtube on and off at the urging of a former partner. Then, this past fall, I had a major anxiety attack. I'm a trauma survivor from some really heavy stuff that happened when I was a kid, and I was triggered by someone very close to me. To be fair, it was a really high stress time in my life--I work in politics and it was election season, I was studying for the LSAT, and my partner had just moved to another coast a few months prior and we'd gotten into a huge blowout--the combination of all of the things was just too much. It absolutely wreaked me. I was a mess for weeks--in and out of depression, coasting through work, emotionally unavailable, and I was isolating myself from my social network. In a moment of clarity, I forced myself out of bed one morning and into a local yoga studio and never looked back. I started seeing a therapist and it helped (God, did it help) but yoga was the one thing that grounded me until I found a therapist that I liked and wanted to see regularly. I dove into it and started going to a class 2-3 times/wk. Being able to concentrate on my body and breathe was life-saving. It felt like coming up for air--I hadn't even realized how long I'd been drowning. My mat became my quiet place. I've slowly gotten away from it in the past few weeks (bad breakup and subsequent post-breakup spiral) but I'm really wanting to deepen my practice this year. It's become a form for therapy for me.
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    Beautifully stated. I feel more in my body than I can see on the outside. I avoid taking pictures of myself so I don't trick myself into thinking I'm not making progress.