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when the earth cracks

How do we Be
with the weeping of the world?

How do we
hold it and lay it down
to rest?

How do we rock it
and soothe it
and love it?

How do we know what to do

.
.
.

next?

How do we Be
with the weeping of the world?

How do we hold laughter,
joy
and sweet ever more?

How do we Be
with the weeping of the world?

How do we soothe
that small, crying girl?

How do we Be
with the weeping of the world?

How do we care
and
step back
all at once?

How do we Be
with the weeping of the world?

How do
you
flounder
and how am
I
dunce?

deep core connection: a mini-series

I’m sitting in a room the size of an airplane hangar watching a bunch of kids flip, flop, tumble, swing, and generally defy gravity.

eh. More so work with it.

I’m at my 9 year old’s gymnastics practice. And it’s awesome watching bodies move in every which way.

This place can look a bit like Olympics training grounds sometimes.

My favorite moves are the ones that are so controlled, so precise, so smooth.

A handstand lowered onto a flatback.
A back rollover into a pushup position.
A swing around the bars with that freeze frame of a handstand on top.

So cool. So much work. So much screwing up. So much trying again.

These kids have made core connection.
Yes, they’ve got a bunch of big ol’ muscles swinging them in and around and down and up.

But those slowed down, subtle, most awe inspiring moments to me, those are a whole different can of worms.

Those are the deep core in action.

It’s stunning to witness the results.

And I get to teach about it in-person soon.

hehe hehe hooray!!!

Deep Core Connection – A Yoga Therapy 3 week mini-series
hosted by Cary Yoga Collective, 2425 Kildaire Farm Road, Suite 407, Cary, NC
Tuesdays, May 17, 24 and 31
1:45-2:45pm
$90 / series or $35 / class
Max students: 8
We all know we need a “strong core”, right?But what exactly does that mean? (Hint: It might be a bit different than you think.)

And how do you get one?

In this 3 week mini-series, we’ll dive down and explore what’s called the deep core. You’ll learn why the deep core is critical to both stability and mobility, explore a wide variety of sneaky-hard movements that activate the deep core, and learn one big way we tend to impede access to the deep core.

This class will be primarily on the floor in seated, lying down, belly and side lying positions. It will be appropriate for all levels of students who are able to access the floor.

·  As with all Yoga Therapy classes, you’ll complete a pre-series questionnaire that will help to customize the class for the registered students.
·  At the end of the mini-series, you’ll receive a video link to a 10 minute practice sampling from the deep core classes you’ve completed.

I’d love for you to join me for this mini-series.

I think it will be surprising to feel some new stuff in that most excellent body of your’s.
And I know we’ll have some fun.

There’s 3 spots left right now.

Register here or drop me a note if you’ve got questions, rachel@pureresilienceyoga.com .

Take good care,
Rachel

6 weeks for hips and low back

I have no idea how to start this.

The competing voices in my head have many opinions,
“Write about why you haven’t written (again) in so long!”
“No! Write something cute and quippy!”
“No! Write how you’re feeling in your body right now!”
“No! Write about filming your little chai time practices!”

Alright, alright.

I hear you all. You’ve got ideas out the wazoo.
And I appreciate that.

But if you can all hush up for a quick sec, I’ll ask the most important question,
“Rachel, what do you want them to know?”

The answer is this.

Things are hard.
And things are better.
All in the same breath.
All in the same moment.

That’s the big stuff.

And in the here and now in these four walls and in this little life of mine, I miss something.

I miss people being together. In a group class. That I get to teach.

That’s something I can control (few things can I, you know).

Sooooooo… here’s the scoop.

I’ve got an in-person 6 week series coming up.
My first one since fall 2018.

Jeesh.

As my now 9 year old Ruthie said years ago at Target in the diaper aisle, following a seriously impressive roll-around-on-the-floor temper tantrum, sitting up alert as a meerkat and spinning her wide, clear eyes around to look at me,

“huh. What happened to Ruthie?

Right? I totally get it, girl.
So here we go with what’s next for me:

In-Person, Small Group Yoga Therapy for Low Back & Hips 
Tuesdays, March 29th – May 3rd
1:45-2:45pm
Cary Yoga Collective
2425 Kildaire Farm Road, Cary
In this series, we will:
  • Be in good company with other curious and amusing learners who want to feel better.
  • Complete a pre-series questionnaire that will customize the class Goldilocks style jusssttt-right.
  • Explore how movement, stillness and breath can turn the dial down (or up) on tight, grabbing, pulling, pinching, aching (you get the picture) hips and low backs.
  • Get curious about the multi-faceted puzzle of pain and tension.
  • Learn some basics of pain science and tissue properties.
  • Leave with a personalized booklet of 6 just-right-for-you ways to take good care of your back and hips.
We’ll have a small group with 6-8 students total. I love that since it allows me to give individual attention but also feel the collective joy + learning from together time. (As a student, I’m pretty poor at asking questions of my teachers so I love being in class where other people have good questions. I get to stay shut-up in absorption mode but also get learn. Yesssssss for my learning style. Luckily, I do happen to talk more as a teacher… eh-hm… much more. I’m quite excitable in case you haven’t noticed.)
Honestly, I don’t love moving all that much. I’d much rather lie on my screened-in porch, read a book and drink some tea. But I also know that when I do that, I eventually feel like a lump, my aches turn up as does my restlessness.

So I’ve got to use a bit of trickery with little ol’ me to get in some movement.
Because I know that when I do it, I feel better. 

Not earthshaking information, but somehow never ceases to surprise me.

Move better, feel better.
Simple, but not easy.

The cost of the series is $179.

I can’t wait for a handful of us curious learners to hang out together for a bit..
I’ll bring my wonder wandering, my movement curiosity, probably some writing and whatever else it is that rolls up into me.

You bring all of you.

Signup for the 6 week series or – as space allows, individual classes – here:
https://caryyogacollective.com/therapeutic-yoga-low-back-hips/
or
call the Cary Yoga Collective in Lochmere Pavilion at 919-533-YOGA (9642)

No matter how long its been, I miss you. For real.

Take good care,
Rachel

shhh… don’t tell……… actually do!

I did a thing!!!

A thing that terrified the guts out of me. (Figuratively only, thank goodness.)

I wrote a blog for my accrediting group, the International Association of Yoga Therapists (IAYT).

They asked me to do it, and actually did it.

Well, after some fun internal mental gymnastics above, below and through my doubt, I did it.
(You should have seen my floor routine… when I clicked “Send” on my final draft, I stuck the heck out of that landing!)

So, please read it. Yup, just click away and then scroll down the page to the Blog entries. You’ll see my piece on the left, Cultivate clarity through the practice of metta .

Where you can step into thinking (and feeling) a tad differently, even just for this moment.

And next, send me the metta which I explain in the piece. Because my racing heart would appreciate it.
(Ah, how the sleeping trees above settle my breath and soften my eyes.)

In the short article, you’ll also get a fun window in to how I work with my clients.
It’s a subtle technique, but one that can be oh-so-effective in reducing the sting of hard stuff in our bodies, minds and hearts.

Also known as,
the hard stuff in our lives.

With great joy from this shooting star moment,
Rachel

sweep it under the rug!?!

I need to take a minute to commend myself.

Why, may you ask?

(Uh… what excuse can I use here?)

Because it was my birthday last week.
Because it’s the first week of a New Year.
And because I want to.

Now, I shall tell you the ways that I wish to commend myself.
(Prepare accordingly to receive my amazingness.)

#1
In December, I replaced a washer seal with my Dad. Yes, that gnarly disgusting thing that can mold and get oh so disgusting on a front loader. I took apart a washer with my Dad and replaced that thing. AND we put it back together. AND it still works and DID NOT subsequently flood our rental house!

WHOOP WHOOP!!!

#2
This past Saturday, I went to Ace, Lowe’s and Home Depot (twice) and – after 6 calls and 40 minutes on the phone with my Dad – found the right 5/8” to ½” sink supply line and ½” plugs to ensure our newly exposed bathroom pipes wouldn’t spray all over the place when we turned the water to (our real) house back on. And it worked!!! The supply lines + plugs worked!!!
HOORAY HOORAY HOORAY ME!!!

#3
This morning, I woke up and DID NOT want to get out of bed. Not a bit. It’s warm in that thing and quite soft. My sheets are smooth and drapey and it’s velvety dark in my room at 5:45am.

And at 6:00am.

And again at 6:15am.

Around 6:25 when I finally stated very clearly in my head, “I don’t wanna!” to the powers that be, they immediately came back to me with,

Not good enough.”

Damn.

“I don’t wanna’” apparently wasn’t a good enough reason to not get up and take care of my sh!t today.

Sigh.

So, that’s exactly what I did.

I sighed, took a deep breath before (apparently) doing a polar plunge into my day and….

Wait for it……….

I sat up.

Then I…

Put my feet on the floor.

Next I….

Stood up.

And low and behold,

I walked to the bathroom.

I scraped my tongue, used my neti pot, splashed my eyes with cool water, and walked over to my yoga mat. I did 3 little stretches and sat my butt down on my meditation cushion for 20 minutes.

And I survived.

So (to clarify my roundabout storytelling), #3 is,
I did the thing that I didn’t want to do – because apparently “I don’t wanna’” wasn’t a good enough reason today – and I survived.

So those are my commendations.

Those are my celebrations.

Washer seals, sink supply lines, and getting out of bed.

Happy friggin’ New Year!

Here’s to more of the same!

For real.

Because this is life.

It’s imagining and
trying and
learning things
that toe dip into just enough new, novel and
“well, ew – that feels weird and slightly awkward.”

That edge zone is where I’m alive.
And it’s bizarrely sneaky in the many flavors that it can take.

Cheers to your life.
Cheers to your aliveness,

Rachel

p.s. Need some help commending yourself? Or toe dipping into new and novel? I get it. And yes, it’s part of what I’m skilled at as a Yoga Therapist. My body thinks January is still the off-season so I’ve extended the holiday Yoga Therapy gift certificates. Take a look and come on in. Let me help you learn to celebrate you while we make what’s hard feel a little less hard through the tools of Yoga.

’tis the season… for short and sweet.

As winter greets us with her depth of darkness,
so does the light peek through stars of wonder.

My wish for you this holiday is to feel
the softness of something you touch,
the steam of something you sip,
the balm of something you hear,
the warmth of someone you love.

Sending kindness and mercy for all in this season of plenty,
Rachel

p.s. If you know you need some support in finding you again, consider letting me help with one of these holiday Yoga Therapy gift certificates, offering nearly 20% in holiday discounts. I’d love to be with you in the New Year listening to what’s up for you and sharing a wealth of tools that make it not-quite-so-hard.

soooo…. what do you want?

The 500+ promotional emails I’ve received since Thanksgiving reflect the noise of the world.
(And the noise in my mind. And body. And heart.)

Delete All is a super helpful and gratifying feature in my email.

Ah, instant
S          P           A           C           E.

Movement, stillness, breath and the tools of meditation and mindfulness can also give us

s p a c e.

Reprieve.

Time out.

Escape.

That’s not Netflix. Or social media. Or the black hole of my pantry.

The Mary Poppins bag of yoga therapy is available anytime and every time
we want it.

We need it.

You see, a yoga class can be wonderful.
But the right yoga tool at the right time can be

extraordinary.
I used to “pishaw” at yoga as an escape.
(Good thing I’ve given myself the liberty of growing and evolving this play-doh mind of mine.)

Because we do.
Need it.
A lot.
Right now.

I’m here to help – with these three holiday packages that could get you re-remembering what yoga therapy can do for you
or perhaps, introduce you for the first time.

We want to be there for our partners, our kids, our jobs, our pets…

Hard stuff. It’s hard stuff showing up for life right now.

Consider whether you, or someone you love, needs to feel a little less overwhelmed and a little more calm in this ocean of blah ugh yuck waves crashing upon us.

Take good care,
Rachel

come do yoga to help hospice. and you.

Boo.

I’m still here. For which I’m immensely grateful.

Moving on to related news…

I’m not sure about you, but I can’t quite give the year of 2021 a score of

10PERFECT, FLAWLESS!!!!!!!!!

as if I were watching Michelle Kwan own the ice 20 years ago.

Nope.

It’s felt pretty sucky for me. And yeah, I can dive into the details and mindfully invoke the million pinpricks of starlight to remind myself it wasn’t as sucky as my negativity bias wants me to think.

Or I can just let it feel sucky for now.

Why does it feel sucky?

Because I wanted it to be different than it was.

And because I gave up a whole lotta’ me to get through it.
To get my kids through it.
To get my family through it.And standing back up again, finding my edges, figuring out my way…
none of that is proving to be easy or straightforward.

So there you go.

When my nephew died, I remember this thing my sister, a Latin Teacher to middle schoolers for the past 15+ years, said…

“I don’t know how to be a mother to a dead son, but I do know how to teach. So I’ll do that for now and figure out the other.”

Wisdom speaks.
Grief reveals.
And here we are.

I’m grateful to once again invite you to join me in-person for some much needed yoga. Really and truly a class of few words, and much movement, stillness and breath.
And all for a heart holding cause.

4th Annual Donation class in benefit of Transitions Hospice Care
In Grief and Gratitude –
All-Levels Gentle Flow Yoga class and Share session
Date: Saturday, December 18th

Time: 3:30-5:30pm

Location: Yoga-Mojo Studio*
1127 Kildaire Farm Road, Cary, NC

Register here – Space is limited to allow distancing

*Please note Yoga-Mojo Studio requires all studio teachers and students to be fully vaccinated.

3:30-4:30pm is the time for our All-Levels Gentle flow and 4:30-5:30pm is the time to share my homemade chai and reflections on grief, gratitude, or the messy mix of both. (So yeah, there’s gonna be more words in that part.) You can journal beforehand and read it, you can speak to whatever arises for you, or you can sit in silence and bear witness to others.

And if you want to practice but are either out of the area or unable to attend, drop me a note and I’ll send you a Vimeo link on the 18th for a pre-recorded class. I’ll also include a few options on how you can submit a donation.This offering means a great deal to me.

It’s in honor of my nephew,
it’s in honor of my dear friend’s father and her brother,
it’s in honor of my dear friend’s husband,
it’s in honor of my dear friend’s mother,
and on and on…

And it’s in honor of the empty space that remains once the bodies are gone.
And it’s in honor of the fact that we’d have it no other way than to
grieve the loss of a life well lived.

People have passed.
Time has passed.
Things are different than we thought they would be.

We must make space for the sadness, the wanting.
We must honor the grief of knowing more, seeing more and feeling more
in these years of 2020 and 2021.

These years of plenty and not enough all at once.

As Frank Ostaseski says, grief needs time and loving attention.

Let us offer it that which it needs.

Register now and we’ll do what we can together.

Take good care,
Rachel

i’ve fallen and i can’t get up

I wrote to you last on August 12th.
Today is September 15th.

That’s a long time.
Way longer than I’ve ever laid dormant in 3 1/2 years of writing here.
(If you’re in need of a back-up-the-theme musical interlude, try “There’s a First Time for Everything” by Little Texas.
An “eh” classic country tune that I definitely owned on CD in middle school.)

Anyhow.

I’ve been curled up in my little turtle shell.

nah, not quite.

I’m more like an armadillo.

Wrapped in my silvery armor plates, head down, nose snuffling along the ground, running all over the place doing the stuff, digging the holes, burying, hiding, scraping away with my pointy little claws, and rolling up into a ball when necessary.

That’s me right now.

See, at first, I was too darn overwhelmed and tired to write.
After we moved a few weeks ago.
From our house that we adore
to a rental – only 10 houses away – for which we are eternally grateful.

And at this moment, our house house has some plastic sheeting stuff protecting the open walls.
Our house has no roof on the garage.
Our house has holes around it exposing the foundation.
Our house has a dumpster out front.
Our house has closed shades.
Our house has empty rooms.
Our house has a pallet of bagged concrete mix in the yard.
And our house has a port-a-potty in the driveway.

Meanwhile, our rental is as wonderful as could be.
Filled with our furniture and our pictures and our family.
Around the corner from our house house.

And still I miss our house house.
Our home..

I miss doing the laundry without having to think about every step of the process.
I miss knowing where my utensils are. (Where did I put the spatula again?)
I miss my kids taking for granted their space and their own rooms.
I miss looking out my front windows at the towering pines behind my neighbor’s house.
I miss my screened-in porch.

I miss everyone running on autopilot and not needing me quite so much.

Me the security.
Me the foundation.
Me the steady.
Me the solid.

And I know I’m deeply grateful for…
some other stuff.
Lots of other stuff.

I am. I really am. (I’m sure of it.)

But mostly I’m feeling whiny, cranky, sad, mad and like the scritchy, itchy stalks and sticks surrounding the fluffy, soft plant gone to seed in the photo above.

Wish I could be that puffball ready to let go with the wind.
I really do.
But I’m not.
So there’s that.

And that’s cool. Because one day the breeze will come – and I’ll find myself aloft once more.

But for now, I’ll itch and scritch and twitch my way through this change.
This thing that I don’t have a map for.

In the midst of a bigger thing that none of us have a map for.

We’re on our way.

Take good care,
Rachel

what’s down there?

Trust.

Trust is a place that my life becomes smooth and stable.
Steadiness emerges when I trust.

Trust the moment. Trust another. Trust myself.

When I can do this, trust whatever is showing up, whoever is showing up, and trust myself to be with however it unfolds, then I feel like I can handle the world. (Which means I can.)

When I lose my trust, I lose my feet. I scramble to find solid ground.
It’s not my grip on things that matters so much.

It’s my feet that matter.

Look down.
(For real, go ahead now, look down.)

See them there.

ah, yes.

Hello feet.

Hello ground.

Hello day.

Hello life.

Take good care,
Rachel