Posts Tagged ‘yoga’

Owning Courage: Going After What We Truly Desire

Saturday, February 6th, 2010

hawaii

Dear Pinkies, the story you are about to read was written by Pink rockstar Amy Suh of Be Truly You. To say it’s inspirational is a big Pink understatement. Enjoy …Take it away, Amy!

****

I am both proud and excited to say that the person I am today is a 180 degree change from who I was three years ago. My life before was about living for someone else, while my happiness was dependent on what I did and what I had. From the outside, it seemed like I had it all. I owned two houses at the age of 26; I was married to my high school sweetheart; I had a great job working for a company owned by Nike; and I was in control of everything that I could possibly control. I was living life and making decisions with my head and not my heart. And although I felt like I was in control of my life, in reality, I was completely out of control and had no true ownership of this life that I had worked so hard to make.

I started practicing yoga in June of 2006 – a truly life-changing experience. The yoga instructors would talk about taking care of yourself and listening to your intuition. This was something that I was not doing and to hear it over and over during my yoga practice gave me the confidence to start listening to my heart and not just my head. I started to think about what would happen if I did what I wanted … where would I be? What would I be? And who could I become? I realized that when I allowed my heart to speak, the life that I imagined was limitless.

In the course of seven months, I got a divorce and filed for bankruptcy. I lost both of my houses, my companion of 11 years was no longer a part of my life, and I was staying at a friend’s house with nothing to call my own except my clothes and shoes. The only constant during all of this was my job. I was good at my job, and it kept me busy so I was content going through the motions, day after day.

In March of 2009, I went to visit my brother in Maui. While visiting him, I realized that the lifestyle in Maui was completely opposite of my lifestyle in Seattle. I found myself at my best there, and I saw myself as truly me. After another visit, I went for a swim in the ocean before heading to the airport … and it was right then and there that I made the decision about what I really wanted in life and what would make me happy … to be able to go to the beach and swim in the ocean as often as I could. I made the decision that day that I was going to return to Seattle, quit my job, pack my stuff and buy a one-way ticket to Maui.

I resigned from my job, which was difficult. For years my job defined who I was. It was my means of income, and it was what I prided myself on. Most of the people at my company think I’m crazy, a few close friends and family are proud of me, and the rest are still in shock at my decision. I’m moving in less than two weeks to live with my brother. No job, no savings and no set plans. As scary as this may sound, I’m not scared. Instead, I am very anxious and excited for what the islands have in store for me.

I know that I don’t want another job that defines me. I just want to make enough money to get by. I want to live each day to the fullest, doing the things I love. And I want to spend my time with the people I love. And in the process of getting ready to move, I have realized that less is more. I am moving with two suitcases, no agenda, and the full intention of living the life that lives in my heart.

amyAloha!
Amy

WOW, Amy. What a magnificent Pleap you are taking.  Thank you for sharing your gorgeous story. Know that you embark on your journey with a whole bunch of Pink love surrounding you. Let’s send Amy big hugs and blow pixie dust under her wings.

So, Pinkies, has this started the wheels turning? What do you want – REALLY? How might it happen? What would you do if you took fear out of the equation? Looking forward to hearing from you …

Owning the Lows by Being Present With What Is

Friday, January 29th, 2010

Winter_Sky_medium

Dear Pinkies, Please welcome Jenn Boire, author of the blog MuseMother, whose words on the Posse Blog so often serve to calm, comfort and ground us Pinkies. She’s here today with some thoughts on how we might sit with the blues … especially at this time of year, when many of us are starting to yell a loving-but-impatient “Enough already!” to Mother Nature. Take it away, Jenn!

****

Just back from a weekend workshop with Sweet Adelines’ coaches in Massachusetts, and it’s Monday morning. Blue Monday, laundry day, day to pick up groceries to feed giant appetites of teens, juice and more juice, healthy snacks … and venture out into icy streets under pouring rain.

I was so high Saturday night, hearing choruses and quartets sing, driving back 7 hours on Sunday, yakking with fellow chorus members about all the things we learned and changes we want to make. On an energy high, a big new-learning buzz.

As I stepped out of the grocery store and headed back to the car with my grocery bags this morning, I thought, usually a day like this gets me down. We haven’t seen much sun since Christmas, going on over three weeks, and that’s a definite bummer. S.A.D. time, low light time, extra Vitamin D time.

But today, there’s also a deep pewter colour to the sky and the frozen lake ice, with all the snow washed away, is revealing patterns of silver, grey, and mottled white. Just before the rain started pouring there were puffs of dark grey cloud swiftly moving overhead and trees waving as the wind picked up. Lots of action for a quite empty scene, lots of movement and shades of monochromatic color. It occurred to me that this day I was open for musing on the sky and lake, instead of napping and trying to ‘get past it’, moving in fast forward mode to get to evening.

On these moody low energy days, since I work at home, I do some yoga, stretch out on the floor, move my breath down into my body. Be still. Stay open. Observant. Observe the moss on the north side of the giant oak in my yard, right near the bathroom window. Watch two crows flap their wings from tree to ice-fishing hole on the lake, hunting for fish remnants probably. Listen to the patter of rain on the metal roof.

I can be here wth myself, be kind to my self (instead of beating myself up for how unenergetic I feel).

As I write this, I am struggling against those blues, waiting to swamp me with lethargy and grunginess. I may not feel perky and bright, but I can revel in the slow moody retreat space I need to work on anyway for a retreat I’m leading on Sunday. It’s just not the way I imagined my day would go….but here it is, an opportunity, to soothe myself by being with myself, right where I am.

Appropriately enough, the retreat is called Journey into Presence. I guess it begins now…..

What about you Pinkies? How do you find yourself coping with not only the winter blues, but those oh-so-common “come downs” that accompany returning to the everyday following a few days of magic?

Stretching, breathing, being …
Jenn

Join the Pink Posse and Feel the Love

Owning Discomfort: The Opportunity of Pain

Tuesday, January 19th, 2010

yoga-prayer-squat-2

Dearest Pinkies, Please welcome back the illustrious Tama J. Kieves, founder of Awakening Artistry and author of This Time I Dance: Creating The Work You Love (which happens to be this month’s pick for the Pink Posse Book Club … if you’re reading or have read it, be sure to join the discussion!). Tama has once again generously agreed to let us reprint her monthly newsletter, “Trusting the Journey Times.” Expect to be forever changed – and, in this case, stretched into a new shape – by the last paragraph. We always are. Enjoy, Pinkies, and deep, stretchy bows of thanks as always to Tama.

*****

Recently I took a yoga class while in New York City. I claimed a space in the packed studio and drank in the peace of the altar, appointed with images of smiling gurus and blue Krishnas. The subway rumbled beneath us. The teacher, a low-keyed young man in a faded tee shirt, walked casually among us. Just minutes later he would rock my world.

He had us stretching, sweating, and breathing deeply immediately. Then at one point he had us doing squats, yes squats, like army boot camp training. I longed to go back to the nice chanting part. Then, just when I secretly gave myself permission to take the low road into listlessness, the teacher said this, “Don’t miss the opportunity to go deeper into this squat, you only have two more breaths, two more chances to get this full stretch.” Yeah, don’t miss the opportunity to rip open a wound or deny yourself water in a desert either, I immediately think, because my cynic is often the first one up to bat. But his tone catches me anyway. He says it with a raspy voice as though he’s talking about beholding moonlight or the face of your lover before your eyes go dim for the last time. I get it that he’s talking about more than just the squats. He’s telling us not to miss the chance to get what we came for in this life, to devote ourselves to ourselves and the moments we have before us.

For the rest of the class, he’s hooked me. He’s helped me believe that I’m on the way to somewhere grand, and that I don’t want to cheat myself of the ride, not even the squats. Suddenly I see that there is an opportunity in pain. It’s the opportunity to choose aliveness instead of habit. It’s the chance to practice stepping into my unknown strength and love, my highest self, instead of resistance and complacency.

Haven’t you had moments in your life that you wish you could have done differently? Maybe there’s a way you’ve sabotaged yourself with money. Or maybe every time a certain scenario arises with your husband, you spit out words you regret or lock yourself into a distant chamber. Perhaps you reach for distraction every time you look at a task or deadline. There’s a place where you become automatic. There’s a place where you choose something that will not expand your heart and mind and soul. It’s not about making yourself wrong for this. It’s about noticing what you do with pain. Pain is our practice to do things differently.

How do you react to discomfort? Do you close down? Do you open up? Do you invite it to tea? Can you become present and choose a response that you’ve never chosen before? This is venturing into the mystery. This is stepping into the gleaming green forest beyond the limits of the familiar village. This is how we dare to experience our true capacities and the evolving wonder of life. In this life, we create our identities by the choices we make. JK Rowling, the internationally best-selling author of the Harry Potter series, attributed her enormous success not to her talent, but to her ability to walk past fear. She said, “It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”

The wisdom tradition of A Course in Miracles teaches, “Trials are but lessons that you failed to learn presented once again, so where you made a faulty choice before you now can make a better one, and thus escape all pain that what you chose before has brought to you.” I love that idea. I can choose a new response that ultimately helps me escape all pain that what I chose before has brought to me.

This is what I remind myself now. Pain is my opportunity to expand. There is someone astounding in me. I only get to meet her in the presence of challenge. It’s my opportunity to show myself my true colors, to dare a more loving, patient, or audacious response. My initial instinct is one of smallness. “I don’t want to.” “This scares me.” “I shouldn’t have to.” The posturing and bargaining goes on. My first reaction is the guardian of stagnation. It will keep me making the same choices. It will keep me at the same level. It will have me say things in defensiveness that I would not say in sanity and I’d never even think in love. It will send me into fear when the media announces a certain perspective, even though I know a more abundant reality in my bones. Pain is the opportunity to practice. Pain is the portal to another choice, another self, and another life.

In the body, pain is the sensation of stretching the muscles, growing them, turning them into a fire that will mold a new strength. So please don’t refuse the gift. Don’t miss the opportunity to live large, to choose large, to face discomfort and breathe into it until it yields new grace. In the Bible, Jacob wrestled the angel and said, “I will not let you go until you give me a blessing.” I suggest you wrestle with your angels and your demons. Forgive yourself over and over again for choosing habit and limitation. But dare it now. Walk yourself across the cosmic border of everything you know. Choose a new response. Be generous. Trust your crazy desires. Choose to love more than you’re loved. Don’t miss the opportunity. You’re only here for a little while. You only have two more chances to deepen into this stretch, two more opportunities to choose grace over business as usual. Squat deeply. Fly high.

With my love and blessings,
Tama

©Copyright 2009 Tama J. Kieves. All rights reserved.

Be In Your Body

Tuesday, December 15th, 2009

inbodyThis is one of a series of posts written during my retreat at Harbin Hot Springs last week.

I’m at Harbin Hot Springs on a much needed retreat with my dear friend, Mojo Mentor, and Green Goddess Tricia Barrett, and Tricia said (in the most loving way possible), “Lissa, you don’t spend much time in your body, do you?”

Of course I spend time in my body! I mean, I walk around in it every day. I eat into it. I pee and poop from it. My husband and I have sex with it.  But I know that’s not what she means. I know she means that I don’t really inhabit it fully- and she’s right.  I tend to live in my mind, which is a happy, lively, energizing place to be. My whole life has trained me to live in my mind.

Living In My Mind

Certainly, medical school claims to be about the body, but you don’t succeed in becoming a doctor by living in your body. You get through the agony of medical education by denying the body- overcoming the body, even- by living in your mind. Mind over matter, right? You ignore your body when it pleas for food in the midst of a 12-hour surgery.  When your body tells you it wants to sleep, you tell it to shut up- you have work to do.  When your body cries in pain as you’re leaning over a split open belly cavity to hold a retractor during surgery, you reprimand it for being so weak. The surgeon’s credo affirms this attitude- Eat when you can, sleep when you can, have sex when you can, and don’t fuck with the pancreas. But nowhere in there does it say, “Be in your body.” No. When you’re a doctor, bodies are a nuisance. Ah…the irony.  I certainly became a master at denying mine.

Learning To Inhabit My Body

So here I am, after nearly two decades of living in my mind, learning to reinhabit my body.  I’m starting slow.  Today, I rested in a warm mineral bath, noticing the tiny bubbles that collected on my skin and made me feel like I was swimming in champagne.  I felt the stretch in my muscles as I eased into various asanas during my yoga practice.  I felt my stomach gurgle after I ate a meal. I noticed the tension in my shoulders from spending the last few months leaned over a computer, writing a book.

Then I tried to inhabit my body in more advanced ways.  I tuned into the energy within me and felt the tingles in my fingers as I practiced the Reiki exercises Mojo Mentor Alice Langholt taught me.  I tried channeling my chi, starting from my perineum, moving my life force all the way up the back of my spine and all the way down the front of my body.  I slowed down- and I felt.

Feeling It All

This can be tough. When you inhabit your body, you’re more likely to feel everything- the full spectrum of pain. Muscles may ache. Emotional stuff may bubble forth.  When you start to live in your body, you feel it all more intensely. But you get to feel more joy too, more zest, more passion, more LIFE.  I’m just starting to get that.

Tricia is helping me with exercises to help ground me. She’s putting down grounding cords when she notices me flying around the astral planes. She gifted me with this beautiful retreat to Harbin. And she said that when I was dancing last night, I was in my body and it was a beautiful thing to behold. If only I can figure out how to stay here!

What about you Pinkies? Are you good at staying in your body or do you escape the confines of your earthly life by living in your head? Do you have any great tips to share with those of us who are just learning to do this? Fill us in and share your experiences.

Learning to live in my skin (and thanking Tricia for all her guidance),

Lissa

When Life Hurts: Is It a Good Stretch or a Bad Stretch?

Tuesday, November 24th, 2009

yoga

A Crossroads

I am at a crossroads in my life, and as often happens at crossroads, I feel a bit of pain. Down one of three or four potential roads I might walk lies strange but exciting newness. Down another, loss, but with possibility. A third would require potentially painful growth. A fourth, complete uncertainty. None will be easy. All will require a stretch, and with stretching, we tend to hurt.

Avoiding Pain

When something starts to hurt, we have a tendency to pull back. After all, hurt is something to avoid, right? But what about taking a yoga class?  Don’t you find yourself in poses that are, at once, completely liberating but hurt like the dickens? I know I do. It’s tempting to stretch too far- to let your ego get caught up in “success,” while you push yourself beyond safe limits and wind up with a torn hamstring. So how do you know where that limit lies? What’s the difference between good stretch and bad stretch?

Wisdom of the Body

I’ve found that my body tends to know. There’s a stretch that feels invigorating. It’s a challenge, and stepping up to the plate feels fantastic when you achieve it. By stretching gently, you slowly surrender more deeply into the pose, freeing your mind and unleashing your spirit. But there’s another type of stretch that just feels wrong. You tweak something, feel pain biting into you, and get a sense of dread about what’s happening. One is to be celebrated. The other is best avoided.

How can you tell the difference? You have to listen to your body, mind, and spirit. When you’re stretching, you know the difference between a good stretch and a bad one. It’s when we ignore the messages that suffering happens.

Resting in Child’s Pose

In my life, three of the possible roads feel like good stretches. One feels like a bad one. But I’m going to keep standing at the crossroads for a while, resting, rejuvenating, growing, and getting clarity about what lies ahead. I’m going to come out of that stretching yoga pose and rest into child’s pose until I feel strong enough, limber enough, to keep stretching. And that’s okay.

Stretching Out Of Our Comfort Zones

Some of you Pinkies in the Pink Posse forum may feel the same way. Maybe you’re finding that being vulnerable on the forum is stretching you.  Maybe another Pinkie says something to you that stings and stretches you. Maybe you don’t feel met in just the way you might wish.  Maybe you feel overstretched, like you’ve put too much of yourself out there. You might wonder if this is a bad stretch. And it could be- for you. Or it could be that liberating stretch that comes just before you are set free. Only you can know the difference, and you must honor where you are in your process.

It all comes back to being true to where you are. There is no right and wrong. Just like there is no right or wrong road at my intersection.  My body just needs to feel which stretch feels like growth and which one feels like a pulled muscle.

Know what I mean, Pinkies? What about you? What stretches you?

Pulling back into child’s pose,

Lissa