The practice of Asana if anything is really about the practice of learning patience. We learn to cultivate the patience of practicing through hard work and dedication. However, this is not always the case. We often injure ourselves attempting or sometimes getting into a pose that admittedly was just a little to advance for where we were at the time.  Force has never been a friend of a yoga practitioner.

In life we have many situations that we force rather than let happened naturally.  What prompted this blog was my garden. I love to garden. I have two what I would call “Zen places,” one is my garden the other is the desert. I was looking out our bedroom window as I got out of bed and saw that the Irises I had planted from bulb are just starting to peak open into a brilliant yellow! Now, not being a very patient person (working on it) I had thought that maybe the bulbs had been compromised and they just weren’t going to produce.  I mean really Lis, it isn’t even mid may give them some time right!? Well…not so much. I had to deadhead the tulips and daffodils and with it I was going to take out the Irises that hadn’t produced to make way for a new wave of perennials I wanted to add to the flower garden…then I stopped and said to myself, they just need more time. Eventually they started to come out, one by one color is peaking through.

This story is not lost, really it relates, I swear. The point is that we live in a time that demands immediate results from everything. From nature, from our friends and partners, from our practice on the mat. The beauty about being on the mat is simply that it is a process; beauty comes from unfolding slowly. Just because you can get into a pose doesn’t mean you should. Advanced postures take time, they take multiple tries if not many more than that, they take courage to try again and most of all they take patience.  It is easy to give up on a pose. Just like it would have been easy to chop the Iris down, yet I would have not had the opportunity to wake up to a brilliant yellow if I had. Practices take time.  I will also add there is something amazing in the foundation of a practice. The poses that can be viewed as elementary such as warrior one are truly practice altering. These elementary poses are your foundation. There is nothing more important than your foundation. They are not elementary they are in fact advanced. Being where you are and appreciating what will unfold into the most beautiful thing.

I once had a teacher say that child’s pose is the most advanced pose you can take.  Years ago I wouldn’t have understood what that meant. I do now.  Learning what I have deemed cocktail poses, you know: dragonfly, handstand, scorpion to name a few is a thrilling experienced and an accomplished goal but they take a foundation, they take a stillness of mind. They also take, not taking yourself so seriously and allowing time and patience to find that ah-ha moment as you fly.

Much love,



“Intuition is seeing with the soul.” ~ Dean Koontz

I have not had time to do much of anything these days. Between school, teaching and my relationships with my partner, friends and family that takes up the little spare time I have. What I have held onto is cooking.  Cooking offers a type of meditation, a place where my thoughts can drift in and out as I stir, cut, chop and create food.

This evening as I was making this amazing Cauliflower soup with aged cheddar and mustard croutons. As I was sautéing the onions and shallots (in butter of course), I began to think about intuition. You know that little voice in your head at times you choose to not listen to and later on wish you had? Shit, I hate it when that happens! What this thought lead me to is how we choose to use intuition in our lives. As well as, what parts of our lives we neglect to use intuition?  Only you can answer that question. This is an individual thing that each of us knows about ourselves, the fact is we all use intuition everyday. However, what about not just the day-to-day but on the yoga mat? Do you use your intuition there?

In yoga you will often hear your teacher say, “Listen to your body.” For the most part I think most of us agree we know what that means. Right? Ummmm, not always. How many times have to “tweaked” a part of your body going just a little bit further than you know you should have in a pose? How many times have you been nursing an injury and so eager to be on your mat “pushed” a little further than maybe you should have? Practice can be very much about ego as well as about listening to your intuition. Listening to your body doesn’t have to be about going further or deeper into a pose. It can be about taking a child’s pose in a practice when you need a moment to _________.

Listening to your intuition can also lead you into a pose that is perfect for your body in that practice. Your teacher acts as a guide, they are not the map. Ultimately the practice of yoga is about furthering the connection between your body, mind, breath and I will add intuition.

Just in case you were wondering the soup was amazing, and the croutons are slightly addicting! I have included the recipe below to the Cauliflower Soup from an amazing cookbook called: “Super Natural Every Day” by Heidi Swanson

Much love,


Cauliflower Soup with Aged Cheddar and Mustard Croutons:
6 oz. artisan whole wheat bread torn into 1 in. pieces.
2 tbs unsalted butter.
2 tbs extra virgin olive oil.
11/2 tbs whole grain mustard.
salt (I used sea salt)
2 tbs unsalted butter, or olive oil.
2 shallots, chopped.
1 onion, chopped.
1 lg potato peeled and cut into tiny cubes.
2 cloves garlic, chopped.
31/2 cups vegetable broth or water.
1lg head cauliflower cut into small florets.
2/3 cup grated aged Cheddar.
2 tsp whole grain mustard.
Extra virgin olive oil to serve.

Preheat oven to 350.
To make the croutons: put the torn bread in large bowl. In small saucepan melt butter. Whisk the olive oil, mustard, and salt into butter. Pour over bread and toss well. Then place on baking sheet. Bake for 10- 15 min or until lightly crispy and brown.

For soup: Heat butter in large pot. Stir in shallots, onion, and a big pinch of salt. Sauté until onions soften. Stir in the potatoes, cover and cook for 4 mins, just long enough for them to soften. Uncover, stir in the garlic, then the broth. Bring to boil. Stir in the cauliflower. Cook, covered for 3-5 minutes, just long enough to become tender. Remove from heat and puree. Stir in half the cheddar and the mustard. Taste and add salt if needed. Serve sprinkled with the remaining cheese, some croutons and a drizzle of olive oil. Eat, love and enjoy!

For me life our path is not in a straight line. Life is something that unfolds as a zigzag, or as a loop, it curves, goes right and left, up and down…and maybe sometimes in a straight line. I love this idea of path…this idea that we are in fact making the perfect choices in our life at the perfect time. Though sometimes we do not make the choice, it was made for us; or maybe we did and may not have viewed it that way at the time…

When I was 20, I was in college attending my local university. I was studying anthropology and philosophy. Both still interest me to this day, however there was something about school that just wasn’t clicking with me. I found it to be rather boring and in all sincerity not contributing to my growth (It was).  I look back on this in a large part as truth at that time, but also as being 20 and needing to experience life outside of a traditional teacher student relationship.  So, after contemplating and taking a good look at my actions (not attending class), I had made a choice, and dropped out of school.

I wasn’t sure what I wanted “to do” with my life…but I knew I wanted to be in nature, climb, travel and practice yoga. I had always loved yoga. In my blog Finding Self Love and The Gold Buddha: (I write about how yoga changed my life and what it lead me to.) It did not take me long to walk into a local yoga studio that I had been attending to see they were offering a teacher training. I thought to myself, okay, if they have a spot and I am given a sign I will do this. I got the last spot and they spelled my name right when putting my name on the list. This is a sign for the sheer fact that hardly ANYONE spells my name right. My drivers license was wrong until I was 21…no joke! My name is Elisabeth with an “S” not a “Z”. So there it was….I was going to take my first Yoga teacher training. That was 7, oh my ____, 7 years ago. I was 21.

My teacher training changed my life. It made my path clear to me and for 7 years it has been what I have wanted to do. Until about 3 years ago and I started to think abut going back to school. Part of me fought that I wanted to do that. I was successful in my mind teaching, owning my own Retreat company, running a yoga studio until 2 years ago when a big change happened that shifted my life but, not my path. At this point so much had changed that in made me think is this it? Can I do more? I have finally come to the conclusion that yes, I can, you always can.

So here it is…I’m going back to school. I start tomorrow. This is my last Sunday morning in this part of my life. Tomorrow I move into a new part of it and I’m SO excited. I will never leave teaching and never leave yoga. I love yoga…I’m loyal to yoga so much so that this decision to go back to school scares the shit out of me. Will I still have as much time with yoga and teaching as I want to? Some cut back has needed to happen to accommodate this change in my life; I just need to know that is part of the path.  If you want to know….I’m going back to school in Sociology. I have 2 years left to get my BS and from there will go onto Grad School where I will become a Clinical Sociologist (a therapist). I hope to incorporate Yoga into this new form of healing that is already well under way. Studying how we as a society perceive healing. Healing is a connection between the body and the mind. I realize now…I see now, rather, my path so clearly. It’s beautiful building from one moment, one choice to another, presenting so much opportunity.

This is part of the practice. Taking change as opportunity. On the mat we can often find a change in life discouraging. Such as a broken arm, a sprain or some other injury. It may not even be an injury that offers change or opportunity, but a move to a new state leaving your teacher you love, and your classmates you have formed a relationship with. Change is always happening and unfolding, leading you to another amazing place that offers even more opportunity.

I will leave you with one of my favorite quotes from one of the most interesting persons in my mind:

“We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.”  ~ Joseph Campbell

Much love,


“If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete.” ~Jack Kornfield

I was in class last week and a story of the Gold Buddha was told. It got me to thinking and asking myself about, self -love. How we can cover our self with lies, and self-talk that doesn’t reflect love for who we are and the potential we ooze? How this lack of love for our self can cover and weigh us down until we forget our self worth. It reminded me of my path to Yoga and recovering from an eating disorder to find self-love. It reminded me to love who I have become and who I will continue and grow to be.

The story goes:

Many years ago there was a small Monastery in a far away town high in the mountains. This was a time of war; and the Monks had received word that the military was coming to occupy their town. In the middle of town was a gold Buddha. In order to protect this Buddha they decided to cover their Buddha with cement; so that when the troops came they would not see a Gold Buddha but simply a statue of a modest Buddha.  The troops occupied the town for years. As time passed the story of the Gold Buddha had been lost. Still covered in cement hiding it’s gold the Buddha stood for years. One day a young Monk was sitting next to the Buddha and noticed a part of the cement had been chipped off exposing Gold! Ecstatic he went to the Monastery to tell the other Monks what he had found. A treasure that had been hidden for such time exposed so much meaning, history and beauty.

When I was 17 years old I started practicing yoga. At this point in my life I had, shall we say, covered the worth of my self in self-talk. This self-talk weighed so heavy it was if I was covered in cement. I did not value my self or my body. I did not have self- love. I had developed an eating disorder. Unable to see myself for my value I was instead wasting away. Only able to see the lies that I had told my self over and over again.

Eating disorders are common. They come in all shapes and sizes. In all forms: over eating, not eating, binging and purging and so on. I personally believe that eating disorders are a way of controlling emotions, situations in your life or simply a form of self-abuse. The complete opptist of self-love. I can’t speak for everyone who experiences an eating disorder, so I will only speak for my self. In my case I had completely disconnected with my mind, body and soul connection. I believe this connection to be one of the most powerful we have. It is not hard to sever it, and can be re-connected. I have found it is gained back with attention and time.

Part of my eating disorder was excessive exercize. I would go to the gym and run, do ab work and the whole time stare at myself in the mirror. Never thin enough, I would eat but purge everything up. My eating disorder was a form of control. At the gym I attended they offered Yoga. I had never heard of yoga but thought to myself…I should see what this is about.  And so I did. From that day forward my life had changed forever.

Yoga offered me a form of reconnection with my mind body and soul.  It allowed me to accept myself and let go of what I had been seeing or telling myself for years. It allowed me to be healthy again. Slowly the parts of cement had started to fall away.

I love the story of the Gold Buddha. So often in life we tell ourselves that we are something that in fact we are not. We are born loving, who we are, free and happy to simply learn and discover; rather than judge and scrutinize. As we grow older we tend to add layers and layers to our self and our story eventually weighing us down. We all have stories. But one day we choose to no longer repeat the story and in that moment we crack that little bit of cement off and underneath is pure gold. Our inner gold Buddha that waited patiently until the time was right and we were ready to shine again.

Much love,


I have used this photo in a post before...but it is the perfect Gold Buddha!

Samtosa…in Memory of Kyle:

November 14, 2011

A year ago this past weekend a dear friend of mine passed away in his sleep. Kyle was one of those people who lived his life to the fullest. He took opportunity when he had it. He fit more into his 26 years on earth than most do in 80 or even 90.  His loss taught many of us something. Nothing is forever. Be the best person you can be.  Live your life to it’s fullest. Be thankful for what you have.

There is a word in Sanskrit, Samtosa part of the Niyamas (Five inner practices to follow in maintaining moral principals. Think of them as the ultimate practice both on and off the mat). Samtosa means, contentment, equanimity, happiness, and satisfaction. It is the practice of happiness and contentment, knowing that you have all that you need in this moment of life.  Often the things we are thankful for in our lives go unnoticed or even un-acknowledged… this is part of the practice of Samtosa, being present to what we have in the many wonderful moments of life.

When Kyle passed away it was more than a shock…it was a devastating loss. It was a loss that makes you re-evaluate your life.  It makes you sit down, stand up and live Samtosa. To never take for granted what you have. To take the opportunity to find joy, happiness, contentment, equanimity and love in your life…even for the smallest of things. Kyle loved clouds…I have always loved clouds, but to this day they hold a special space in my heart. I am thankful for them. They act as a reminder of a wonderful person. They also act as a reminder to be present to life. When something is lost, something else is gained. Sometimes that is a hard fact to face.

In memory of Kyle I would like to share a few things that I am thankful for and why. Everything from the simple to the heartfelt just a few things I have been thinking about:

  1. My family. My family has changed over the years, people have been added, people have left, what family once meant has molded into something more including friends, partner, animals.
  2. Quality friends.  Wonderful Humans who are willing to call you on your shit. Willing to tell you the truth, to be honest with you even if it is not what you want to hear. Willing to stand up for you. Willing to let your cry on their shoulder and listen.
  3. Teaching and students. I adore my students. I adore teaching. Both are close to my heart and with one I need the other. It is a symbiotic relationship. I am beyond thankful to love what I do and have amazing people surround me every day.
  4. The ability to practice. Not just Asana (poses) but the ability to take a long look at myself and see how I can improve myself as a person.  The ability to become a better person.
  5. Chocolate. Simple, and maybe funny but yes….Chocolate. There is nothing like a good chocolate bar. I love chocolate; I love that it can make me happy when I am having a hard day.  I love that something so simple can be so amazing and taste SO good! If salt and almonds are involved it may have just got better…
  6. A warm place to sleep. So many people do not have the luxury to have a warm place to sleep. I love my bed; it is warm, fluffy and comforting. I hope that one day we don’t have people sleeping on streets.
  7. Clouds. Clouds are not only beautiful but a reminder that we are always changing, life is always moving and to pay attention to just that….the ever changing moment.

Kyle….Thank you for showing the world what it is and what it means to be present, to truly practiced Samtosa. Thank you for your friendship. Thank you for the reminders. Thank you for clouds. You are missed.  May your adventures continue!

So tell me….what are you thankful for?

Much love,


Kyle on a MOAB YOGA on the ROCKS backpacking yoga retreat in Moab UT. He was a great addition to a group of all Woman!


How Taking My Mat To Tahoe Took Me To NYC.

One of the most powerful things my experience in yoga both on and off the mat has taught me is the power of expectations, the power of acceptance and appreciation. Three very different things, that have much in common. If we have expectation it is hard to have acceptance if something really doesn’t go the way you thought it would; but maybe, just maybe we find appreciation in all of it. Now I’m telling you all of this for a reason, it is part of the “story” of Expectation, Appreciation and Acceptance; how taking my mat to Tahoe took me to NYC.

This past July I decided to go to Wanderlust. Wanderlust is a yoga festival held in Tahoe. It was something I had wanted to do the past few years but for one reason or another I did not go. This year was different, 2010 had been to say the least a life-changing year. I had made a commitment to myself that I was in fact going to find another teacher and start to grow my business and myself. I was committing to myself and my practice 100%. Wanderlust was a part of that path.

I was excited in that Yoga festivals are a great way to experience many different teachers! I had my eye on a few that I thought would be my next teacher, “teacher” meaning to study under or take a teacher training with.  So with excitement I booked my 2 solid and packed days of yoga with, Maty Ezraty, Vinnie Marino, Seane Corn, Jonny Kest and Rod StrykerI went to Wanderlust with the expectation I knew what I would find.  I knew who would be my next teacher. I knew what I would love and possibly what I wouldn’t. Well…expectation got the best of me and I ended up accepting that what I was looking for was not really what I was looking for.  I had expectations that two of the teachers would be whom I would end up studying with, only to end up totally wrong. Instead I found Maty Ezraty. My next teacher!

I had not CLUE who Maty Ezraty was…none…really I thought She was a Man! Um…I was wrong! I was shocked at the sight of a 5-foot tall sassy woman! Maty spoke to me like no other teacher had. She has studied with the best of the best and has a way of really explaining and getting into an asana (pose).  I was floored and knew that after Wanderlust I would have to find her again! I did…in NYC!

I had never been to NYC. I was extremely excited to experience this city I had heard so much about! I however was keeping my expectations in check.  I was going to do a 3-day workshop that was on average 3-6 hours of yoga a day. 4 sessions, all with Maty.  Even though I thought her to be my next teacher…I was careful to not put expectations on my experience with her; to accept that maybe NYC would be different than Wanderlust and to appreciate the fact that it may be.

In all honestly by not having expectations, NYC exceeded anything that I could have expected. I had wonderful food. Saw wonderful art and people. Met friends and learned lesions. I did in fact find my next teacher, Maty Ezraty. She is the first person I have ever called my teacher.  Even though I have studied with many wonderful teachers.  My expectations of Wanderlust lead me into a greater place of acceptance and appreciation for my experience in NYC.

Sometimes we have to accept that our expectations are going to let us down. Sometimes we need to know that having expectations that do lets us down teach us something fare more important. Possibly an appreciation and acceptance for our experience and where it got us…

By accepting what we learned and using expectation, acceptance and appreciation as a tool for growth is something we can take both on and off of the mat.  And who knows where it will take you?

Much love:


This is the view from one of my practices at Wanderlust! I loved this Altar. How could you not want to do Yoga at elevation!?

Meditate, Yep. Do It:

August 22, 2011

I have always had mixed feeling on seated meditation. Some days I can sit with a still mind and really enjoy this moment of “just being”. Other days seated meditation is like hand cuffing me to a right wing republican or anything that is extreme and irritating. I want to get out, and I want to get out fast!

So in lies the question(s) of mediation, at least for me. How do I find calm in meditation? How can I find a meditation that I honor and find value in? Meditation is not always easy, more often than not it is hard. It is a flux of wonderful insight and silence. Mixed in with blahbha blhabhlha of the mind, ego, and self. I will be the first to admit, I prefer moving meditation. It’s not that I don’t find value in seated meditation. I do. However, I feel moving mediation can be more accessible; not as physically still but reaches the idea that the mind stills. I tend to use my bike as a moving meditation. This to me is finding calm. I find value in the silence of mind body and breath that I get when I ride a road bike. I honor this space by most of the time not listening to music but to my breath and what may be around me.  Alan Watts said: “ Mediation is the discovery that the point of life is always arrived at in the immediate moment.” Now however you get to that is up to you. My point, no one can tell you the best way to meditate. That is your job.

I read not too long ago, (but long enough that I can’t recall everything) an article in Elephant Journal on Meditation. It stated that yoga instructors don’t stress seated meditation enough or practice it enough. Now I will admit right away I am one of them that this writer was pointing his finger to. And it is not that I don’t see the importance of seated meditation, I do, and I should do it more…but I have a hard time with the idea that meditation should just be seated.  They’re so many different types of mediation! Why should mediation be limited to one type? That would be like saying you can only practice one type of Yoga/Asana….and what a shame that would be, and boring in my mind.  It is diversity that allows us to learn more about our selves.  Meditation to me is an inquiry, a looking inward and eventually a place to be silent. (This is me, stressing mediation for the growth and inquiry of your self…but not just seated.)

So here you have it, a list of a few different Meditations I have practiced over the years. Below you will find the names as well as links to information on them. I’m going to give one a go each week for 7 days. I suggest you do the same. See what works for YOU. .  I’ll let you know how they go…please do the same!

Big Mind Mediation:

Zen Mediation:

Moving Mediation: This one is up to you. The key is mindfulness. Moving Meditation can be a, hike, walk, Tai Chi, Yoga, the list goes on…

I will leave you with some great words of wisdom on meditation:

“Many people feel that they can’t meditate because right from the start they are getting distracted. All they are sensing is what is happening below the surface all the time – they are just not aware that they are distracted. According to the Sufis, life is seductive and whatever the mind is most interested in, it pays attention to at any given moment, and that is always changing.” ~Rod Stryker

Much love,


My God is not Your God:

June 27, 2011

This past Sunday I went to church. I have not been to, nor cared to go to church in YEARS!  I have both a younger Brother and Sister whom both work for the Episcopal Church’s Summer Camp. The Bishop was giving a blessing to the staff of the camp that they will lead with strength, kindness and so on.  As family I felt I should go and over a very long, hour and a half later it was done! I have personally never understood organized religion. I have never considered myself to be “religious”; I have however considered myself to be “spiritual”.

When I was about 8, I asked my mom if we had been born before? She simply replied, “I’m not sure, but that is called reincarnation”. The simplicity in her answer is beautiful to me. “I’m not sure.”  I have always and still do believe in reincarnation.  I believe there is something much bigger than we are; whether that is a collective energy we call “God”, “Universe” or “Divine”. I recently read in an article that asked, “Can we be both divine and human”? In this article the writer wrote a line I love:

“Spirituality is not about what we believe. It is the process of living consciously, moment by moment, in the now.”

So lets take this on and off the mat:

Yoga as a science has taught me about my, mind, my body and my breath. It has made me more aware of how to slow down, how to move into observation vs. reaction (not all the time, I am human). You could easily say the “now” of life, and for a self-proclaimed “Type A Planer”…that is pretty good!

In the practice of Asana you will often hear the word, Prana. Prana is known as breath, or life force. I view Prana as wind, as a large inhalation, and exhalation. It is a connection between every living being. Think about it: Plants need oxygen to grow, as do we, we eat plants that grow because of oxygen, we are connected to everything that is a part of that plant. The practice of Asana, for me, translates into union or a connection. Union with everything, everyone, and sometimes you really don’t want to be in union with everyone, or even a “Thing” such as “God” or the “Divine” and that is okay, but what about union with yourself?

Spirituality, the practice of yoga as a whole, has taught me a deeper connection to the moments that transfer both onto and off of my mat.  Knowing that the moment is gone as soon as it has begun is a process that we see the real practice. We begin to see the now of every moment as a practice of moments. In that lies the beauty of the unknown, because in the moment there is no right there is no wrong, no judgment, it is simply experiencing what you are in that moment.

Much Love,


I am so old.

June 13, 2011

This weekend my partner and I went to Moab. Moab for me is one of the most spiritual places on Earth. For those of you who have never been to Moab, it is located in the southern part of Utah. Its towering red rocks, landscape of sage and gnarled juniper is not for everyone. Moab does its job of evoking in me, a childlike state of mind; total freedom, love, creativity and curiosity, complete with an open heart.

The first time I went to Moab I must have been about 8. Our stepfather had taken us. In particular I remember the sandstone rocks, climbing on red rock, the feeling of soft red dirt between my fingers and toes. It was wonderful. At that moment, Moab and I were forever bonded.

This past weekend when my partner and I, were driving through Arches National Park, I had a memory of being about 11 or 12. In this memory I was discovering “womanhood”, shaving my legs, discovering makeup (terrifying overuse) and things of that nature. This, however, was not what stuck in my mind the clearest, it was the memory I thought I was so old. So grown up! This memory got me to thinking of all the times in my life I had thought that, and truly felt that. “ I am so old“. So here I am, going on 27…and occasionally, I may think that I am “old.” (I see a few of you rolling your eyes!) However, it seems now not that I am “so old”, but the acceptance that I am getting older. It is no longer a pride thing that I am getting older, or that I am old. But simply the fact that I have accepted ageing for the practice it is.

I think of age as a practice, layers of our lives that we are literally seeing shed from our bodies. We change, we grow, we become a person maybe we never thought ourselves to be. It is in this trip of life that we get to really practice acceptance, love, and compassion for ourselves.  We come to a point where feeling a childlike sate of freedom becomes a treat, rather than a burden or yearning to be older. It is cherished.

In our Asana, or physical practice, we can see visible changes in the body. We can see how our body responds to Prana or breath.  We can see how we move into a posture and while holding the pose; it will change along with our self. We may notice certain feelings come up, discovering we may feel one way but moments later we feel another. Can all of this be done as a practice not only on the mat but also in life? Can we move through life as practice with acceptance, love, and compassion for ourselves? Or do we simple think one thing? I am so _________.

There is a quote I simply love:

“ I would rather have a mind open by wonder, than a mind closed by belief”.

So whether it is our practice in life or, our physical practice, how can both fit on and off the mat? Discarding I am so __________.

Much love,



June 6, 2011

When I first sat down to write this blog I wanted to write a clever introduction to myself. I guess you could say I was successful and defeated all at the same time. I wrote what originally I thought I would. Said what I wanted to, attempted to play off of a contrived title I had chosen. Then, it seemed it all flew back in my face. I guess I am no David Sedaris. I must lack the fine line of self-deprecating humor, humility and satirical voice, or perhaps just having it read that way.

I have always preferred poetry. Free thought expressed in poetry or even creative writing has always suited me. In school I was much better at creative writing. To me it seemed there was not as much emphasis/concern about run-on sentences, and so on (I am the queen of them). Creative writing allowed me to be more expressive, and at the same time provocative.

I hope to in this blog to provoke thought. Along with provoking thought, I may shock you. I may offend you. Or I may align with you. This is not a touchy feely blog. It is meant to have humor in it and to warn you, my sense of humor is a little odd. It is meant to take a standpoint or even a view that is less traveled.

Yoga has many perceptions. Many faces. Many opinions. Yoke Notes Blog will be full of my thoughts and my opinions. It is not my goal to shock and offend, but I may. My goal is to provoke thought.

Something I once told my Partner, (as well as myself) I will tell you:

I will never be as badass as you want me to be.

I will never be the person that you think I am or that you would like to think I am.

I will only be who I am, and I can tell you right now that I will always change. I will always grow, and if that is the person that you want me to be you are right, and I can be that person.

I look forward to your thoughts, comments, and opinions.

Much love,