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Reflectiosn from the Sky

Reflections from the Sky

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Reflectiosn from the SkyAs the brilliant orange glow illumines the horizon, I am flying home again. Another Yoga Teacher Training complete, another bittersweet end and another opportunity to grow authentically as a person, a mother, a friend, a teacher. I’m not sure how but every graduating YTT class just shatters my heart, it is hard to breath as I call their name to come up for their certificate. Is it because it is the end of our time together or something else? I really don’t know but I do know that after completing my 7th 200 hour teacher training it happens every time.

As the plane gently bumps along the turbulence I feel unsettled this morning. This could also be guilt for leaving my 21 month old to go to work or that my work for now has ended and I have to put it out to the ethers that I want that work to continue and then who knows which people will decided spending 200 hours studying yoga is what they want to do, and with me nonetheless.

All I know for certain is that my heart feels full, yet empty, open but closed, I feel happy and sad all at once and know that in the next few days I will get very quiet, process all this stuff bubbling up from my soul to the surface and go straight back to my role as a nursing Mama, chef, janitor, snow-shoveller, yoga teacher, friend and wife and that also makes me very happy.

So much of what I do is actually art, yoga is art and at times I loose site of that, sticking to my agenda’s, marking homework, booking travel tickets. When I started teaching these trainings I had to create all of the curriculum which felt like both creative work and also not creative work but just work-work. Each time I have seen how my offerings land with yoga students and then I must respond creatively to what I see. There is great danger in thinking you have arrived and no longer need to do the work, creative or not.

My fiery, pitta dosha, collides with my airy creative, vata dosha and a burning desire to be better, to do better in every part of my life engulfs me like a forest fire in a windstorm. Old ways are burned to ash and create the grounds just right for new creative ideas to sprout. If I don’t go with it I get so burned out and stuck. I never would have thought of myself of an artist but in the work I am doing more and more I see that I truly am that first.

Now I shift to accounting and create receipts, pay bills, return emails of curious yogis, change diapers, book essential oil classes and it starts to feel less like art and instead like I’m just going through the motions of life and responsibility. I know it’s more than that because I am always creating even when I doing less artsy things. Self care, being a better person, mom, wife, friend are constantly swirling around in my mind all day, often with only a short break during meditation and then boom right back to it how do I balance all these things and keep being authentic and creative? Must be the yoga, I often chalk things up to the magic and awesomeness of yoga.

I’m an artist, yep, I like that, I like the way I feel when I acknowledge that part of who I am, one that I don’t think I have ever acknowledged before because of course my mind has convinced me that I am never good enough to be that or anything else. Well… I’ve finally figured out that consulting my mind first for so many things is a mistake I have trained myself to start to listen to my heart first, what a joy that is since my heart talks much sweeter and kinder to me than my mind every does.

So now my work is done, I have set dates, put up posters, let people know that I will be coming back in March to begin the teacher training journey all over again and wonder who will come, what will transpire, who will I get to know through that process that I will forever feel a deep heart bond with. Wow, my life is good, like really good. I think about the accountant in the seat in front of me and the retired man going to visit his sick 92 year old father and recognize how different my life is and how grateful I feel to have made my own career out of what feels like a deep calling or a deep knowing about my purpose and dharma in my lifetime.

I thought I was going to sleep on this flight since I had to get up at 4:30 and went to bed at midnight but I felt the idea to write some of this out and share some these intense feelings, I will thank Elizabeth Gilbert for that since her Big Magic book seemed to be resonating at a deep heart level for me. Having said that she says that creative ideas are moving through the universe just looking for the right host to be expressed. I am happy to be that vessel this morning.

Love,
Mindy

Lost your Yoga

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I was inspired this morning to write a post about yoga and how it’s like it’s own living entity in my life.  There are so many thoughts running through my head, thankfully there’s meditation or I’d be so lost, but one of them that repeats often is “yoga, yoga, yoga…”  I’m not 100% sure what that thought is about.  I think it’s a calling to my mat or a just a call for to get the attention of my higher Self, either way, not a day goes by that I don’t think about “yoga.”

My life with my daughter Mayla, who is turning 10 months old very soon, has forever changed my formal practice for now that is.  I don’t get to do 90 minutes where I am just totally immersed in my practice or heck even go out to classes but deep down what I can feel building is this deep desire, deeper than I have ever felt before it step up my yoga, my lifeline.  Although I have limited time I do take full advantage of it.  Morning naps mean Sun Salutations and as many postures as I can fit in, often cut short of savasana at the end, boo.

Over the time I have been teaching yoga I have witnessed many people come and go, some never come back and I don’t really get that since I know there is nothing like a deeply profound, spiritual awaking, hard as hell, transformative beyond words yoga practice, there is just nothing like it… nothing!  So if you have found yourself lost from your yoga here are my top 5 ways of finding it again.

1.  Consistency rules over the Time –  Commit to 15 minutes every single day with no excuse.  If you can do more wonderful but get those 15 minutes in every single day!  WHY?  Because you are worth 15 minutes every single day that’s why. Your body, mind and heart all need this.

2. Leave your Mat out – If your mat is out you are more likely to hop on and do a few dogs.  Often a few dogs lead to other postures because it feels so damn good so keep it out like you keep your sofa out in your living room.

3. Enjoy every single Second –  Santosha, Sanksrit for contentment means that you find the happiness in what you are doing.  Sounds like a very good idea to hit your mat that way as opposed to whining about having to do yoga.  The fact that you found yoga in your life is truly a gift so shift your perspective so you see it in that light, perhaps a few handstands will help with that shift.

4. Pick a Pose for the Week – Okay so you don’t need to get into a deep well thought out sequence, mainly because you can find those in so many books or on-line if you want but why not just pick one pose to do all week, say crow pose for example.  So every day you do some Sun Sal’s, standing postures, hip openers then crow or something more advanced if you fancy. This makes it simple when you do get on your mat as to where you are going.

5. Go to Class-  The landscape of yoga classes has really changed in the last 10 years, like wow!  Some classes are hardly recognizable as yoga to me anymore, maybe because there are so many teachers out there having said that find a teacher you love and go to their class!  Supporting yoga studios and teachers is very important and it helps to keep your practice going as well as giving back to the larger energy of yoga.

Well, I hope that has tickled some deep desire in you to wake up and yoga.  Side note, I know more than most that yoga is clearly way more than postures but without that piece it’s very easy to get truly lost in your thoughts, in the negativity and in this crazy world.

“Growth demands a temporary surrender of security. It may mean giving up familiar but limiting patterns, safe but unrewarding work, values no longer believed in, and relationships that have lost their meaning.” John Maxwell

 

Why you belong in a Yoga Teacher Training

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“To live, to TRULY live, we must be willing to RISK. To be nothing in order to find everything. To leap before we look.”
Mandy Hale

As I prepare for my next Yoga Teacher Training to begin, I’ve been looking through applications past and present.  I put a question on the application that asks, What is your main intention for taking this training?”  Honestly, I skip through everything else and head straight for that response.

Did you know that for over 6 years I was a cable cop, oh yes I was. My job was to do audits on cable lines to see who was hooked up  and stealing the cable, yahoo!  I really freakin hated that job, but I did it day after day, I was sick, I was depressed, I was addicted to unhealthy things and I got laid off, a lot.

During my lay off times I took courses.  I remember the first one I took was about True Colours, I happen to be a blue/orange.   Find out what you are here – http://www.quibblo.com/quiz/edQd8L1/True-Colors-Test-What-is-your-TRUE-personality

Our teacher suggested that I become a yoga teacher, I laughed out loud and said there was no way I could teach yoga, I was so inflexible and was just learning, I was no pro that’s for sure.  But I did LOVE yoga already….. hmmm……

Shorty after that I found myself signing up for a 2oo hour Yoga Teacher Training!  WHAT??  ME???  I am not enough, I could never…. I …. blah blah blah.  Sure I had no clue most of the time what was going on in YTT, it was a new language, Sanskrit, the Gita, Patanjali, Ayurveda, heck I couldn’t pronounce any of these words or even understand them but I loved yoga and that was really all that mattered.

This is me just after falling out of a pose.

Since then I have completed another full YTT and was working my way to certification in Anusara, that at the time was no easy task it took hundreds and hundreds of hours and a lot of time and money.  Once Mayla, my 7 month old, gets older I intend to take another YTT was a new teacher and I will likely do a few more after that.  I love learning about yoga, yes I am a full blown Yoga-Nerd!

So, if you are contemplating taking a Yoga Teacher Training but your getting in the way of yourself just move your asana aside and jump right on in.  You do not have to be an expert, be able to do a drop back, the slits, pronounce Sanskrit and so on to immerse yourself in your yoga you only need an open heart.

Love and light on your path,

Mindy

 

Why go to Yoga?

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Why go to a yoga class if you can practice at home?  There are so many reasons to get out to a class the first would be for the energy of the community.  A yoga community is special.  It’s a place where vulnerable hearts come together to practice yoga and to be in a place where energy is moved, harnessed and increased.

Inspiration

Since I’ve recently come back to teaching after a wild ride the last few years and having my daughter 5 months ago, it’s been a super sweet reunion of sorts not just with me and the students but the students and the students. It’s a hug fest before and after every class.  I love that yoga can bring us together in this way, don’t get me wrong the yoga community doesn’t come without it’s own icky drama but it all seems to get put aside when mats are unrolled and AUM’s fill the space.

Another reason to get to class is that you are able to refine your practice.  Although yoga teachers work hard to help you with your poses in terms of physical alignment a lot of teachers also incorporate poems, quotes, juicy little nuggets of wisdom to inspire you to a whole new level of practice for your spiritual alignment.  I have found myself replaying so many soundbites from all of my teachers over the years, they are like my backup crew ready to pick me up when I’m down, give me courage when it’s tough, accept what is out of my control and to forgive myself for not being perfect and screwing up.

Since everything is an energetic vibration we need to support the studios that are there, new and old.  I had my own space for 7 years and it’s a mixed bag of amazing and also so hard at the same time.  Money is a vibration and when you go out to classes you help support not just that studio but the entire yoga community. Studios often have at least a few teachers so even if you didn’t connect with one teacher it’s still worth trying out a different one.

The path of yoga isn’t at all a clear path, it’s full of up and downs, moments of total bliss, heartbreaking truths, and complex human relationships between students and teachers and teachers and teachers and studio owners and students and that teachers teacher, ya follow?  It’s total chaos sometimes but it’s orderly chaos!  So even though yoga comes with all that it’s totally worth going.

This message was an unedited thought coxed from the depths of my heart just to express some built up energy that needed to flow again. So thanks for reading.

Mindy 🙂

 

Yoga – The Rise of Consciousness

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The impact of yoga in one’s life should never be defined or limited to something you go and do on a mat.  For most people their mats are their springboards that launch them into a whole new understanding of who and why they are.

To be in yoga is a gift.

In this lifetime not all beings are meant to be awakened, after all it takes a lot of practice and a deep profound dedication to a path of becoming a more enlightened being.  So it’s not for everyone, nor should it be.  In fact many Rishis or sages, warned against this very thing, working with practices that create larger surges of prana and power can short circuit some (I’ve even witness this after some yoga classes but especially at a weekend events, by the end people are fried not more alive per-say).

So with each pose done on the mat, each breath taken in pranayama, each minute spent in mediation one’s consciousness begins to rise, and in doing so you truly unite your body, mind, breath and heart.  With that union comes some wonderful benefits, like improved posture which leads to so many other positives like more efficient breathing, sleeping, organ function, strength and balance those become pretty obvious with only a short time “doing” yoga.  Other benefits, the ones that really do some funky things to you come with time, devotion and a burning zeal for the practice.

Sometimes I feel like I have a serious spidey-sense or am quite in tune with people or situations.  This is a blessing and a curse.  Why a curse?  It’s a pain in the ass to be aware of everything going on all at once, all the time and it’s not a switch that I can just “shut-off.”  My old techniques of numbing just don’t exist anymore the way they once filled my days.

So after over a decade (wow, already!) of yoga I would say that I am a much more conscious human being and that consciousness has allowed me to become more compassionate and thoughtful (although I don’t always get that right, nor does anyone so don’t be fooled).  I think about my ripple effect before I make the wake, I think about how my actions impact the planet here and now and in the future, not just for me but for everyone, I think about how I speak to others about others and try my best to get better and better at vented without being a bitch.  I think about how people are hurting, even if they are smiling, I think about how animals are treated and mistreated, I think about how to conserve, water, paper, recycle, re-use, what we eat, how we eat, I think about where stuff comes from and the conditions it was made in, I think about people that have lost someone, I think about people that have health problems and how I want to help, I think about alignment and getting people out of pain, I guess that is just it I just “think” more about everything all the time!

Phew!  It’s tiring to think so much but I will take my sense of “awakened” consciousness over living my life, numb, dull, drunk, drugged, asleep any day!

How I healed my Asthma

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I’ve carried this very vivid memory with me for over 30 years and sometimes I wondered if I made it up.  It’s not a dream it was my reality as a baby, toddler, adolescent, and for most of my adult life, it was something that stole from me, that literally took my breath away, it is asthma and I want to share with you how I healed my body from it and have gone almost 100% off any puffers.

 

Let me start with my personal story because I know many of you will have a similar one.  I was put on formula like many 70’s babies.  In addition my Mom was told by her doctor to add cornstarch, and some white sugar to my formula which was mixed with cow’s milk.  Could this have been where it all started…. Maybe.

 

Babies are not born with asthma.

 

Well that’s my theory anyway and I am not a medical doctor.  I think asthma starts developing whether it is through the internal or the external environment.  Of course anyone with asthma knows that there are triggers same as someone that suffers from migraines.  This may include dust, pollen, allergies, exercise, cold air, and so on but can also be brought on by certain foods.

 

My asthma was life threatening.

 

I was in one of those horrific, or at least that is how I remember it, oxygen tents for days at a time.  The cold misty air soaked my only source of comfort which was my pink teddy bear.  I wasn’t allowed out very often and I can remember my dad sneaking me in a mint Aero bar.  I even remember that I escaped the tent one night and went straight to the playroom.

 

After that experience I was enrolled into asthma programs at the college.  The room was very creepy, dark, I could be making this up now but I’m almost certain for some reason there was a sarcophagus in the corner, RANDOM and again HORRIFIC.  We spent time blowing out matches and blowing bubbles with tubs of soapy water.  Back at home I was head down on my dad’s leg as he pounded on my back to help open my lungs.  In addition there were meds.  This disgusting peach coloured syrup that was followed by my reward for swallowing it, which was I got to punch out a tiny little paper bug.  YAY!

 

I was sick, and I think it was a lot.  I often had to have “the machine” as my Mom called it in my room to help me breath.  Same thing blowing this cold misty air onto me and getting Misser Bear all wet and gross.

 

So yeah, asthma sucked as a baby and toddler, then it kind of went away.  This mystery was never explained but it does happen.  I remember not having to use puffers or meds for some time in my life but then of course in my later teens years I was a total idiot and started to live a life that is really not good news for an asthmatic.

 

By the time I was in university I was constantly sick with bronchitis and at 21 I was hospitalized with what started with my regular asthma attack and head to the ER for some oxygen and prednisone, but this time I was a lot more sick than that.  My left lung collapsed!  My nurses button did not work and I spent the longest 3 minutes of my life, pushing the button, trying to get someone’s attention and watching a bunch of alarms go off, my oxygen plummeted and I was scared to death that I was finally going to die from not being able to breath.

 

After a week in the hospital I got back to my poor lifestyle choices and the asthma was worse then ever.  I took so many hits off my puffers, my body would have the worst tremors and shakes.  I was basically overdosing every single day.  I could not go anywhere without a puffer for fear that I would die.

 

At 15 I began a vegetarian.  I also began a PETA member and I started to dabble with Bulimia.  My already poor health only got worse, as if anyone would be surprised by that.  I’ll be honest when I say I was a vegetarian that did not eat any vegetables, okay well French fries but they don’t count, right?

 

This lifestyle which was killing me inside and out, along with a horrible attitude about life, zero self-worth and not being able to breath could have ended my short life at any time and I know in my heart it would have.  I joked about not living to see 30 years old, ya my friend’s didn’t find that very funny at all. But it was the truth.

 

Long story short, I found yoga yadee-yadaa, it changed my whole life!  I learned how to deal with stress, was more accepting of my body, ended my relationship with my eating disorder, cleared up my insomnia (which was also rampant), and was able to breath a bit better and reduce some of my puffer use.

 

Things got better in my life, much better but I was still suffering from random asthma attacks and was still being hospitalized.  At least when I moved to London, Ontario, the moment I was first hospitalized because of asthma I was immediately sent into the asthma program here, saw a specialist and thankfully he constantly hooked me up with free puffer samples because I could not afford them, at all!

 

I started to run but some days the asthma wouldn’t effect me and other times it would cripple me on the sidewalk, never mind running I could barely walk home.  I never understood why it was triggered and I think I didn’t really care either.  I just accepted that I had asthma, it was a disease that I had no control over, I would always have it and my life would be about managing the meds, so interesting because I was given that exact same story about my clinical depression and of course I was on anti-depressants too.

 

So in my bathroom, I had Zoloft, tons of puffers, different kinds too, a plastic thingy to blow into to test my breathing and if I came up short I was to start rounds of Prednisone.  I know I’m not alone when I honestly say that Prednisone absolutely sucks ass!  It’s horrible and the side effects were very intense.

 

I don’t take any meds and I don’t suffer from Asthma anymore!   

 

Yep, that is the truth!  How?  Not possible?  Yes, very very possible and very very doable!  After being the most unhealthy vegetarian ever, I started to become a healthy one.  At this point I still suffered from asthma and needed a few puffs a week when I was having trouble breathing or exercising which became a very big and important part of my life.

 

The real change started when I finally decided over 2 and a half years ago to go fully vegan.  Now it’s not so much the vegan part for me that did it but what really cleared up my asthma was getting rid of dairy!  Remember when I said that the moment I entered the world the first thing I consumed was cow’s milk?  Well…… if you want to managed your asthma, reduce your meds (maybe because I would never tell you to go off any meds), live better and not worry about dying from not being able to breath then maybe this is something worth trying out.

 

Dairy is the most mucous forming substance that you can ingest.  There are many but it is up there.  Why? Dairy is acidic and the body produces extra mucus to well, protect you from the acid.  How’s that bowl of ice cream looking now?  Dairy includes; milk, cheese, yogurt, butter, lard, ice cream and other products.  In the grocery store there is a whole section dedicated to good ole’ dairy!  If you are asthmatic maybe you should avoid that aisle all together and stick to the veggies and fruit.

 

I still own a few puffers, they are expired and to be honest I can’t fully through them out for that “just in case” part of my brain that exists.  I am okay with that.  I don’t own any prednisone and haven’t needed to take any or haven’t been hospitalized  because of asthma in many years now, this was a common occurrence for me over the course of my life and I have much better things to do with me time too.

 

I am passionate about my life and my health and I’m also equally passionate about helping others.  If you are sick, on meds, and so on where you really need to start is in your kitchen!  I’m not saying it will be easy but I know it’s worth it!  Start to exercise at least 3 times a week, you have to get your lungs working, get them stronger and keep em clear by giving the finger to diary and kicking it out so that you can free up some of the energy that you spend worrying about dying from not being able to breath.

 

To end, I’m not suggesting that you will be asthma free, medication free instead my wish is to enlighten you that there are people out there that are healing there bodies of aliments, diseases and other issues through food, nutrition and better lifestyle choices.  You can set the stage and your body will heal.

 

Breathe well and easy,

 

Mindy Willis-Menard

Health Coach, Yoga Teacher

 

 

 

Packing and Moving

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Well, another move is upon me!  That would make 8 moves in almost 10 years.  There are perks to moving and some pits too.  I like to have a fresh perspective and this is truly coming at a great time for me.  I’m over 6 months pregnant, trying for a home birth, I’ve just started my new Health Coaching, so there really is a lot of new things happening in my life right now and moving to a new home, having a new start is coming at a great time.

Packing means that I can go through my “stuff” and get rid of what is no longer needed, useful or unnecessary.  I do love a good purging of stuff, I always feel better afterward.  Sadly, this time of year means the discarded stuff or some of it goes into boxes for a yard sale in the spring, some to goodwill and some to the garbage.  I tend to pack and come across items that trigger a boatload of memories, both good and bad.  Packing up old photo albums always takes me some extra time since I like to take that trip down memory lane.  I have lots of yoga stuff, books, statues, gifts from students that I like to spend some extra time with too.

Packing my clothes up has been pretty easy since most of them don’t fit me right now, but I love getting rid of stuff I don’t wear anymore but find the mental conversation that goes on, the “well what if I go….” or “maybe I’ll need this to wear….”  It feels empowering to take some control over that voice and tell it “too bad, it’s going!”

Here is my number one pitfall of moving again……… my yoga spot!  I spend hundreds of hours doing yoga in my home on the same spot and each time I have grown to love the energy of that spot.  Each time I’ve moved I’ve experienced anxiety as to where my new yoga “home” will be, I wonder if it will be as nice, warm, welcoming and what my view will be.  Turns out so far every time I’ve moved my home yoga practice it’s always been awesome!  I am very excited to have some more space this time for practice too, I’ll need since I will have a wee baby with me too.

Mindy

Our New Home!!!
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Why I took out my piercings for Yoga

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I got my ears pierced at 4 years old.  It was with a gun in a Sears store and it hurt so bad I ran off after it was done and hid my head in a bin of ladies bras.  After that I remember my mom cleaning the piercings with rubbing alcohol and me screaming in pain every time she did.

So, of course it makes sense to get more piercings after that experience, right?  At about 14 I called my Mom from the mall to let her know I’ve decided to get a piercing at the top of my ear, it was very new and uncommon back then.  Her response was “over my dead body” but of course I did it anyway, hurt like a M*therF*kr!  That piercing was horrible, bleeding all the time, swollen, I couldn’t sleep on my right side for a very long time.  So after a few years a got a second one just a bit higher than the first one, Mother of Shiva it hurt, bleed, was infected and again no sleeping on my right side for a solid chunk of time.

These days I attempt to learn from past experiences but I didn’t get that message back then and just kept on piercing things!  Next came my belly button.  The image here is two young girls, maybe 16, a needle, scissors, a desk, lamp, rubbing alcohol, a horrible hoop earing, and needle nose pliers.  It took hours to get the needle through and finally I had my friend Jenn, just cut the skin to get the sucker through.  Man I was proud of that piercing, after all I bleed and sweat for it.  Oh yeah, it got infected and not only a 1 year later I ripped it straight out with my backpack, ouch and I have a wonderful scar there now to remind me of the wonderful decisions I’ve made in the past.

Alright, one more piercing story for you.  On a  solo trip to Vancouver I decided on my second day to get my tongue pierced.  I booked the appointment, went in to get it done.  The clamp that they hold your tongue with hurt and the actual piercing was so intense and it lasted a very long time.  I even remember a fleeting thought that this was a very bad decision that I had made.  Too late!  About 10 minutes later I fainted walking down the sidewalk, alone.  Lucky for me two young women saw me go down and decided to help me out.  I woke up on a makeshift chair made out of Coke cases with an Asian man hitting me in the arm repeatedly asking me if I needed an ambulance. I decline, since I learned the hard way you have to pay for ambulances in B.C when you are from Ontario.

My tongue was swollen for a week, I couldn’t talk without drooling on myself and I spoke with a lisp, not for that week but for many many years!  I knew I spoke differently from this piercing but I was not taking it out, I earned it and I thought it made me original and well, it seemed to always be a big hit with boys.

After I started yoga I noticed some poses would pull on my belly button piercing, (which I might add I had re-pierced professionally and added another one underneath going the opposite direction, so cool eh?).  This pulling only got more annoying and painful the more hooked on yoga I got.  So I eventually took it out!  I put it back in a few times to make sure I could decorate my horribly mutilated belly button whenever I went to the beach or something.

I was introduced to Ayurveda, many years ago and really dove into studying and practicing it.  I came across a tongue diagnoses diagram and noticed something very interesting and horrifying to me.  Turns out when you get your tongue pierced you are actually piercing directly through the area connected to your heart when you do it.  I took it out, years later I still have a weird scar on my tongue but the good news I no longer speak with a lisp and I feel more connected to my heart 😉

Over time I started to feel like the metal in my body was interfering with the flow of prana, vital life energy.  As I got more and more sensitive to this flow I noticed a subtle shift when I took the piercings out.  The point of sharing this with you is not that you take out your piercings but rather think about them a bit more and see if somehow they affect your energy.  I am also 18 weeks pregnant and think of my son or daughter, calling me to tell me they are getting there ____ pierced!

Currently still have my original piercing and let my “doubles” and the ones at the top “grow in” yuk, and they never really do.  Other than that I have a small nose stud that I keep proudly to represent my yoga journey.  It never got infected, yay!  It decorates my feminine side and for now still serves me besides getting in the way of my alternate nostril breathing at times:)

Hope this made you smile a few times and got you thinking.

Many blessings,

Mindy

 

 

True Wisdom & What you Think you Know

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What is the difference between true wisdom and what you think you know to be true?  This is a topic I find hard to digest because our truth is just that “our truth.”  Sure we can all regurgitate information we’ve heard from someone else but in this case we must look to the hive to find some answers.

The hive is where the bees go to puke up what they’ve ingested, in their case it’s honey, in ours it’s information.  Once this info comes back to the hive, the brain, the heart, the body, it needs to be broken down, studied from many views, turned upside down, proven with practice and so on.  When info is just spit back out into the world it’s efficacy and power is lost.  In order for each of us to come to any sort of truth, time must be spend unravelling the info and finding out what deeply resonates as truth within us.

Although, I was armed with that knowledge I often found myself taking in what “authorities” or “experts” would say and instead of taking it in, breaking it down and looking at it closely I often found it easier to just spit back out.  If anyone ever came to my class after I had been to a workshop, this is what was usually happening.  Why it was happening, well was often because the info landed on my ears, eyes, heart, skin and it often resonated with a deep truth, that I genuinely felt and I got super excited to share it.  I’ve come to understand that, that might not be enough, that a deeper inquiry is not sometimes needed but always needed.

When you stop questioning you give up your ability to discern between your truth and someone else’s truth.  When you use Satya, one the niyamas, mentioned by Patanjali, which means truthfulness or speaking the truth, something very powerful shifts in you.  In the past I think I just found it easier to lie, but now lying makes me want to crawl out of my skin for the most part since it’s in direct conflict with my personal experience, which has become my truth.  Why do you think lie detectors can detect lies, because the body’s psyche has an actual response when we lie, heart rate increase, temperature increase, rate of respiration increase.  Lying disturbs the peace and quiet of the mind and body. 

True wisdom, therefore is your personal experience, possibly backed with fact or science, that you have ingested, digested, purified, refined and puked back onto the world.  True wisdom is the very remedy for ignorance and for many ignorance is at the root of suffering.  If you are willing to take information in as opposed to believing that you are always right, even though you might not be, then from there true wisdom can be born and expanded upon.

Stop and Smell the Lilacs

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I was out for a run the other day and lucky for me had to stop for a red light, which gave me a

chance to catch my breath but it gave me an opportunity for something even better, I got to

stick my whole face into a lilac tree in full bloom and fragrance!

Take the time to stop and smell

So many of you know that scent is connected to memory and as I stood there at the light,

smelling this flowers I had flashes of coming home from school to a sunny kitchen, my mom

baking, and a vase with fresh lilacs on the table.  My heart melted in that moment to think  of

how sweet my mom is, how much I love her, how much I miss here, and our family home with all

it’s memories.  I remembered how much I loved the two lilac trees in the back yard, how the

smell was so strong it infused the air outside.  I can see the trees just as they were when I was

young, the two different shades of lavender and dark purple.

As I travel back home, it will be my first time home at this time of the year in almost 10 years,

the first thing I am going to do is go into the back yard, pick some lilacs and put them in a vase

on the table.  All this from stopping for 15 seconds to smell the lilacs.

Do not miss your life!  Do not sit back and watch it go by!  Do not leave things unresolved, you

never know when someone in your life will be gone!  We are often so busy and rushed that

we’re missing opportunities to connect to nature, to heal old wounds, mend friendships, and

be present and fully alive in the moment.

I’d like to thank my neighbours Frank & Ellie for bringing some lilacs over to our house yesterday!

We’ll let me be honest I threatened to steal some of there lilacs 🙂  Last night I hung out with my

dog and husband, feeling deeply nostalgic because the room was filled with the fragrance of

my favourite childhood smell.

Mindy