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Lululemon Love

21 Jul

Haven’t you ever wanted to vent just a little bit about what precisely needs to be different about that tank top to make it perfect, or what needs to be changed on those pants to justify spending big bucks on them? Have you ever had the urge to sit down with a clothing designer and tell them exactly what you wanted from your yoga gear to make your practice all that much more comfortable? Me too.

Last night I was invited to be a part of a small panel of teachers to meet with a representative from the Lululemon Lab, and the managers of Lululemon, Walnut Creek. (Say that 10 times fast!) We met at The Studio, in Danville and chatted about yoga wear. Imagine that, a clothing company that wants to know what we – the yoga practitioners – want to wear and spend our money on, rather than them – the designers – telling us what we want or should want. Love it! I hope I represented y’all well.

First, I must say that The Studio in Danville is simply beautiful. One of my favorite yoginis Julie Conrad teaches there, and is always telling me to check it out. She’s right – it’s an amazing place to practice, and I’m so glad to finally see what all the hype is about. Second, it was great to see old friends, favorite teachers, and meet new yoga peeps in the area. I finally met Greg Riley of The Yoga Fusion tonight, and he is just as delightful as everyone says. Good times.

Thank you, Malia Hill – for hooking me up with fun yoga peeps and Lululemon!


Not forgotten

6 Apr

I get annoyed when I ask somebody how they are and they say, “Busy. So busy!” as if that validates their importance in the world. And now – gulp – I kind of get it.

Life is abundant, full and I am surrounded by a lot of love and things I (mostly) enjoy doing.

Let’s see. There was this little girl:

Who has grown into this:

Yes, very wolf-like! I'm loving her.

Then there’s been braces and lots of trips to the dentist:

Second place in Pinewood Derby, thanks to Grandpa Jim and the i-car:

And the fashionista (who dresses herself – notice the many layers) is now reading fluently. I love it when they read fluently – no excuses for not reading the chore chart anymore:

I cannot be responsible for things I leave undone when the weather is shining – it’s out of my control. If it’s sunshiney in March, I will be outside:

In January came Teacher Training. You learn a lot more when you teach instead of take. You also can’t flake on your homework or not show up:

The mystery of how to organically remove grubs from the vegetable garden soil in time to plant veggies. Two rounds of nematodes haven’t worked:

And lemon tree leaves that are curling:

Loads of laundry. Did I mention LOADS? Aren’t we lucky to have such – um – abundance?:

The studio, the teachers, the Karma Club, the bank deposits, mopping, typing and emails. I am forever grateful to be doing what I love:

March brought a trip to Tybee Island, Georgia to retreat with friends. More on that later – happy birthday to me!:

Not enough of this:

Or this:

And certainly, no blogging.

I’ve decided that it’s time to practice what I preach and SLOW down. Since there’s nothing left to say “No” to (I’m very good at that), and nobody left to delegate to, it means some things will not get done. I’m OK with that, I think. I hope you are too!


21 Dec

Update (see post below)

On the way to church today, the reindeer were back up to their old tricks. (Maybe next year there will be a third, baby reindeer?) I laughed out loud and send a metaphorical high-5 out to the powers that be.

Kieran: What’s so funny?

Me: Those reindeer!

Kieran (laughing): Yea… they’re playing leapfrog!

Me (snatching up any opportunity to educate): Actually, they’re mating.

Kieran: What?

Me: They’re mating.

Kieran (face scrunched, eyes squinted, head cocked) What?

Me (louder now): They’re in mating position.

Kieran: Is that a yoga pose?

I’m proud to report that we had the most glorious of meetings at church today. Fabulous, joyful singing, music and lots of joy. The 2nd and 3rd hour of meetings were canceled so we could party in the gym and really enjoy each others’ company. No merry Smithmas (thanks for that term Cheryl!) this week. Well done.

Christmas Leela!

16 Dec

Ah, Leela. The Cosmic play of the universe. I’m so grateful for the little snippits of humor I find in the reality around me. I love it when humans enter into that cosmic flow of playfulness and join in. This week, I need it. And so, I pause from my huge list of things that must be done by tonight, to bring you a touch of the Leela in my life:

Sunday I was driving home from church a little bit bummed. It was the last lesson before Christmas and I really wanted to connect with all that is Christ-divine. I got to know some awesome sisters in the hall, and then went into RS for a lesson on…. Joseph Smith. (cue the violins) Sadly, I drove home wanting more. The drive home is stunning, a back road that winds through Blackhawk along the base of Mt. Diablo. This road accesses some of the most posh, swanky neighborhoods in the area and right now the homes drip with tasteful Christmas decorations and white lights. Very proper and elegant! I passed one of the gated community entrances, and I saw something very similar to this:

That’s right folks, humping reindeer! Just what I needed, I giggled all of the way home. I immediately assumed it was some of Brandon’s friends from the high school – you know, those wild ‘n crazy kids. Sadly, Brandon was home the night before, so I couldn’t congratulate him for some fine creative leela. As I thought about it though, I began to wonder, am I the only one who needs a laugh today? The only one stressed out? Am I the only one who has to hit the yoga mat to get any relief? Then, I thought of the wealthy and famous people who live in Blackhawk who must be feeling just as bummed as I am. Was it the CEO of Safeway sneaking out at 3am to create a little reindeer hanky-panky? Was it a member of the A’s, or the Raider’s who wanted to let off a little steam? Or maybe it was the people who are famous for handing out 5 lb. bags of M&M’s on Halloween. Personally, I like to think that it was some millionaire, straight-laced, bored business man, tip-toeing outside late at night in his 3-piece suit past all of the manicured yards to create a little mischief and perhaps, to turn his nose up at all that is proper.

Those laughs lasted me until the next morning when I took Brandon to school. We were all prepared to snap a photo, but alas, the reindeer were back to their proper elegant position. So, I was forced to google search for a photo to show you and found the Facebook group: Reindeer Humpers Anonymous – check it out.

It’s the thrill. The adrenaline. The creative bursts as the reindeer are piled four or five reindeer high! The beauty of perfectly aligning the rotating heads to match perfectly. The satisfaction of humping the same house so many nights in a row the owners put them away. The challenge of motion sensor lights and dogs in the side yard. The genius of groundbreaking positions and artistic arrangements. The sene of accomplishment when entire neighborhoods have been humped, with no reindeer or lighted ornament left untouched. The bond that forms between reindeer humpers that no one else can understand. The balls it takes to hump reindeer with front lights on and curtains wide open. The scars from being impaled by the pegs that attach the reindeer to the ground. The grass stains that cover your jeans. The camraderie of working with your accomplices to conquer the one house with the most reindeer in the city – and taking that one inspiring moment that makes time stop to look at your reindeer ornament orgy masterpiece.

No matter what makes you addicted, celebrate this beautifiul sport all holiday season. Spread the joy and cheer of reindeer humping to everyone who will appreciate it.

Shall we join?

Then, as if it couldn’t get any better, today I saw this:

I really needed that joy! I’ll be looking for more much needed leela throughout the week.


6 Oct

Thank you Karma Club members and teachers for spending Saturday with me and producing such beauty. You really are amazing models. My job really is too much fun…

Dina and Danielle fountain winnerDina flips the dog

Katie blossom crop fadeKatie faded turtleKelli and Jason profile fadeAh! Marcella slays the peacockJason Vasi fadeKelli Marcella Vasi BW CropLaurie Arm Balance FadeSmall Group Child's Pose FadeKelli MasterpieceKelli Peeks under arm Fadekelli portrait 2karen's paschi tight bw

Marcella backbend FadeLesley Eagle FadeMollie flies fadeRick Canon hand to toe BWRick paschi bwSmall Group Child's Pose Fadecircle of love fadeclass triangle close up fadeDonna and Gator Fadegirls train 3 leg up fadegroup forward fold fadeherringbone fade

something better

31 Jul

What could possibly be better than the OmSwing? (I really should get paid for all of these gratuitious OS posts…) I’ll tell ya what could be better —

Yogi Jamie.

Jamie's therapeutic twist

Drew and I worked the front desk at The Dog last night (best job on the planet), and had the joy of flying with Jamie. Jamie teaches the last class of the night. He came out during the closing savasana for a prop and Drew was in the hallway so in she went to do “angel pose” with the class. She came out so happy to be included and I told her “Jamie flies people!” I flew her a bit and then she was too intimidated to fly with Jamie, so I jumped on his feet for a bit of aerial, therapeutic yoga.

OMG. What could be better than the OmSwing? Hanging like a bat while somebody else tractions your body in every direction and gives you thai massage at the same time. Ah, it felt so damn good. I’m afraid I made Jamie late for the airport, but it was definitely worth it.

Stay tune, we’re running a 3-part series on partner, aerial and therapeutic yoga with Jamie in October. Can’t wait!

Here he is in the park with a girl he met 30-seconds before. Jamie used his now-famous pick up line: “Hey, ya wanna fly?” If he uses it on you, trust him and say yes!

I still want one

29 Jul

Lisa thinks it will be hard to develop a WHOLE class based on this thing. Something tells me I’ll never get bored with it.