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Exciting News!

My dear friend Sarah Pohl, who I met through my Forrest Yoga Foundation Teaching Training, is days away from opening her studio in Capitol Hill on 19th! Right next to Fuel Coffee, it is called Ritual House of Yoga. I have seen the build out of the space through various stages, and today it is bright, clean and beautifully simple in it’s design. I am most excited to announce that I will be teaching 3 classes there starting next week.

The classes are:

  • Tuesday 8:00am-9:15am
  • Friday 12:00pm-1:15pm
  • Saturday 8:00-9:15am

Ritual House of Yoga ( is a multi-style yoga studio, offering Forrest, Jivamukti, Vin/Yin, Vinyasa, Yoga with Tune Up Balls, and Restorative yoga. The schedule starts on Monday, May 4th, with an open house this weekend (May 2/3). I am thrilled to be a part of building the Ritual House community, along with a very talented and diverse group of teachers. Hope to see you in class!


One Strong, Badass Bitch

I want to write because lately I have been feeling judgmental of my own body. I am so thankful though, to have strong self awareness to know that I don’t dislike how my body looks, but how it feels. That is what’s on my mind: how Yoga has helped me accept and love how my body looks.

I feel yuck because my practice has been irregular for months. But when I do make the time to practice it feels SO AMAZING. That is one blessing of having an irregular practice, you walk out feeling that beginner-like bliss because your body has missed feeling that way. Anyway, I am still settling into a rhythm after months of being sick, working through depression, and giving a strong focus to rewiring some of my tendencies towards self-mutilating thoughts. This is why I don’t like how my body FEELS right now, but that is easily remedied, compared to the battle with body image.

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I grew up in an environment where appearance was very important, and I felt extra pressure to be thin because my older sister has always had a thinner body type than I. I was also tormented for being “fat” every day of my 5th grade year by almost all 25 kids in my class. Lastly, I believe now that I used food as a substitute for the expression of love, acceptance and affection that was lacking in my life.

I always hated my body. Hated how broad my shoulders were, my belly, my arms and forearms especially. Although I wore tank tops and short shorts when I was younger, I always felt self conscious in them, but felt if I wore anything baggier it would make me look bigger. So I wore the tight clothes and SUCKED my belly in at all times.

Which brings me to yoga, specifically Forrest Yoga. My friend Margaret once pointed out to me that Forrest Yoga teachers have a particular gait. I think this is true. We step with an intentionality, and structural integrity. I used to scuffle my feet when I walked, barely picking up my leg to step forward. That’s very representational about how Forrest Yoga and teaching has changed how I live in my body. We don’t look like the hard Ashtanga or Power yoga folks, our muscles are supple: strong but flexible and sensitive to feeling. I mention this because I used to be self conscious about not having that body: as a teacher I felt like I had to represent a “perfect” muscular and toned physique. Here’s why I don’t give a fuck about that nonsense: I can do some crazy shit with my body.

I can balance on my arms. I can hold poses for a long time without feeling close to giving up. I can stay in Warrior 2 for a wicked long time and my legs don’t care! They love it. I mean, it’s still hard, but I’ve practiced enough to know how to use my breath and body to support it. In my Advanced Teacher Training, the classes were 3.5 hours of intense sweatiness and advanced postures and my body could do it! Who cares what your body looks like if it is strong enough to carry you through a 3 hour yoga practice?!

So, what I’m trying to say is this: don’t try to force your body to change and look different. Beauty isn’t dependent on the shape of your body, but the glow in your face when you smile, how your eyes reflect your soul, and how your posture communicates “I love this body of mine.” If you don’t like how you look, try a physical practice. Maybe swimming, or pilates, or YOGA. And instead of doing that activity in order to get thinner, do it to feed your spirit, do it to make you strong INSIDE.




Greenlake is a park in Seattle with a three mile walking and biking path around it. There are several sandy spots resembling “beaches”, docks, baseball diamonds and playfields, and a boat rental place. It is a great place to practice yoga because you don’t feel so exposed, what with everyone focused more on getting around the lake than people watching. You can practice in the sun or in the shade, near people or away from people, and different yoga teachers and organizations host outdoor, usually free, classes there in the summer.

I practiced on the east side of the lake, close to Tangletown. It was breezy, quiet, and the biggest distraction were the people jogging by on the gravel path next to the road. There is something about the continual movement of people in one direction that makes you feel like less of a spectacle.

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INTENTION: To take my mat (well, my boyfriend’s mat since he never uses it) to parks in the city and practice yoga.

MOTIVATION: My home practice is a mess. The kitchen is too close to my mat, and even turning my mobile devices on silent is not enough to deter me from wondering what’s new with them. My schedule doesn’t always allow me to go to yoga classes, so I need to find a way to get yoga-ing into my day.

WHY PARKS?: Spring and summer in Seattle is the stuff dreams are made of. Beautiful views, beautiful sounds, beautiful air, beautiful water, beautiful mountains, beautiful grass…it’s a different way of taking in the beauty. And a different way of practicing yoga–outside a studio, outside a gym. Parks are easy to access, and the presence of people encourages you to stay within your practice flow.

WHAT ELSE: I will record reflections of my experience in each place, and compile a list of the best parks in Seattle for personal yoga practice.


Gasworks is one of my favorite places in Seattle. It is so weird. Those big ugly gas things are somehow beautiful and fit perfectly into that landscape. I love looking across Lake Union at Gasworks because it looks like a little amusement park from a Tim Burton movie.

I went to Gasworks today because I needed to do yoga ASAP. I was upset. Earlier, I was reminded of the agony of being an introvert. I am not entirely comfortable with my status as an introvert. I deeply envy my extrovert friends and boyfriend and wish I had that whatever-it-is to be comfortable in my own skin around strangers. Thus, the theme for my practice.

I set up my mat on the concrete slab near the water. And that sucked for my sit bones and knees so I moved it to a goose-poop free patch of grass (that is one issue with Gasworks, being so close to the water, the geese love this spot as an eating and dumping ground). The grass was really nice, a perfect balance of soft and sturdy, it wasn’t clumpy or too long. I made it through meditation and pranayama with zero distraction, just the warm, occasionally breezy air around me and the sounds of swallows chirping nearby. This was the setting for most of my practice, it was truly amazing, but I did go at 1:25pm so I’m sure the scene on the weekends or after normal working hours would be different. There were some teenagers riding skateboards on the slab, but I blame myself for choosing an area so close to a perfect skateboarding venue. In the middle of my practice, I could see out of the corner of my eye, a man approaching me with a petition. I hoped he would see that I was IN THE ZONE and pass me by but he didn’t. He started to speak to me and I cut him off “I already signed that” and stepped into plank-chaturanga-cobra-downdog. Pretty rude of me but I was annoyed that he thought it OK to interrupt a woman in her yoga practice and that’s what came out.

While in svasana, one of those sea planes was gearing up to take off right next to Gasworks, so that wasn’t really ideal, but I still felt satisfied at the end.


Pros of Yoga at Gasworks:

  • Tons of open space without tree shade
  • Near the water with amazing view of Seattle skyline
  • Great grass quality
  • Generally peaceful on weekday afternoons
  • Option to practice on hard or softer surface


Cons of Yoga at Gasworks:

  • Goose poop everywhere
  • Attracts many people, can be distracting
  • Sea planes are loud
  • Don’t practice on the big hill, that just wouldn’t work


I had a good practice as Gasworks, despite the intermittent interruption. The water provides a breeze that connected me to my gratitude for being able to practice outside today. Again, this was my one experience on this one day, every day and person is different.



You can’t always get what you want

In certain aspects of my life, I am a total control freak. I hate being late or even on time. I am 99.5% of the time early. I don’t like the feeling of not knowing. Others prefer to live life going with the flow and taking things as they come. I envy these people. I WISH I could believe truly and whole heartedly that “everything will work out in the end”

There is a part of me that does believe that, but a louder part of me says “if you don’t do this or have this or be this, things will happen that you won’t like” and it’s scary to think you’re setting yourself up for some imaginary bad dream.

For me, it is so important to constantly remind myself: you have all that you need.

The Practice of Vairagya

Yesterday my phone disappeared. It was there one minute and gone the next. The whereabouts of my phone remain a mystery but over the course of the day I became aware of a few things, including my attachment to it and the ways I have adapted (or regressed) since I started relying on my phone for its various functions.

Vairagya is a yoga practice of non attachment. We can become reliant on many things, some physical and tangible, others abstract and emotional. We can get attached to another person, to an idea or belief, or to something like a very smart brick of plastic. My reaction to losing the ability to use my phone was strong. I immediately felt disconnected from all around me. I had thoughts running through my head like, “How will I call this person? How will I look this up? How will I get directions to there?” I felt helpless. Then I took a step back, remembered the word VAIRAGYA and started judging myself for being attached to this thing! Then I took another step back and saw the shortsightedness in both of those thoughts. To shame oneself for being attached is as much of an issue as the attachment itself.

So I started rewinding. Remembering, how did we all get along without a device like this? Piecing this together was a valuable lesson in presence, intention and patience. As a society we are so accustomed to the immediacy of everything: communication, acquisition of information. We don’t have to plan much ahead of time because our phones in any instant can get us directions, find a coffee shop, call our friends to meet up on a whim. We also get used to being available at almost any moment to respond to a call, text or e-mail, and when we aren’t available we feel some need to apologize for that, I did at least.

Losing the device was not only a loss of convenience but a loss of a line to my social universe. Our phones act as a rope between us and everyone we know. And having that taken away, not having the option to contact anyone at any time, is an adjustment. I realized how very many things I take for granted because of my phone.

I have now been over twenty-four hours without a phone and feel a real sense of calm. Finally, I settled into a place where I see that my phone is helpful and a source of convenience, it is not necessary, as long as others have another way of communicating with me.

That said, I am getting a replacement phone soon, but will use it differently. I encourage you to take a full 24 hours without your phone. On a day off, let your friends know you will be without your phone, and see what you come to realize about your dependence on that thing. Plan a trip without it, write down directions or use a map. Detach from your phone and your reliance on it.