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This class will be offered by Yoga Instructor Kate Guthrie at Yoga with Emilie. It is sure to be a special class. Call today to reserve your space. 678-617-0313
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Mommy & Me yoga is a fun way to take care of your body while enjoying quality time with your baby and other moms. You are more than welcome to bring extra blankets, stuffed animals, or anything that might make your baby happy. All yoga props are provided for you.
In a mommy and me class participants will move through a series of poses in which they 'use' their child as a prop or added weight. Babies make great yoga props!
$10 per mom. All ages of children are welcome.
Remember back in February, where I pledged to write at least every 2 weeks about something that was going on in my life as a yogateacherstudentmomwifefriendhuman? And then I posted a week early? And we all thought "By George, I think she's got it"..... And then I DID NOT POST AGAIN UNITL RIGHT NOW......
Maybe you do. Maybe you don't. Whatever, it's cool. If you don't remember that means you weren't reading and now you are so, yay. If you do remember then you missed me so...yay!
I do have an excuse. I did write a blog post about taking care of yourself. And then because computers hate me it got deleted. And I felt terribly sorry for myself.
That blog post in a nutshell was: take care of yourself, because if you don't no one else will think it is important either. Then I went on to tell you about all the ways I take care of myself. And I confessed that I usually don't take care of myself, for months on end and then I binge on self care. For example I went 6 months without any kind of real care, then in one week, I got a massage, pedicure, went to the acupuncturist and chiropractor. It was a good week. Seriously though, ain't nobody got time for that every week. not to mention the money. (it ain't about the money, money, money....Shut up Jesse J. it is too' (I only know that song from the movie Pitch Perfect and I only know who sings it cause my 14 year old told me and now it's stuck in my head)
So anyway, what you need to know about taking care of yourself is this. Do it. It doesn't have to cost you a dime. But, and please don't cry..... binge watching Grey's Anatomy on Netflix does not count.
Especially for my Gainesville People a list of who I use:
Flourish Acupuncture on Green Street http://flourishacupuncture.com/
ATP Body Works http://www.atpbodywork.com/index.html
Echo Wellness Center http://echowellnesscenter.com/
Dr. Carter http://www.klschiropractic.com/
I have been doing some reading and research and online course taking about how to be effective with my marketing. And all signs point to doing more of it and getting better at tooting my own horn. And 'falling in LOVE with marketing'. (excuse me I just threw up in my mouth a little)
There in lies the problem. I hate self horn tooting. If feels fake and egotistical. It feels manipulative and lame. And sometimes, I don't even know where my stupid horn is.
But I am determined to try. I tell my children and my yoga students if you never try-- you never know. SO as you read this be kind. Please. Don't think mean things about my thoughts or my grammar. I am not a grammar wiz, and I cannot spell my way out of a wet paper bag. And my 'h' key is sticking today so that should be fun.
SOOOO here goes nothing.......
I am a good yoga teacher. Some days I am a damn good yoga teacher. Some days I am mediocre. But here is the thing, every day I try. I show up and I give you my all. I show up even after the loss of someone I love. I show up even after a giant yelling match with someone I love. I show up when I have not slept because I am worried, or sick, or someone I love is sick. I show up, because YOU show up.
Some days, I show up and I have had plenty of rest and plenty of water and the home fires are burning and all is well in my world. I hope against hope that you cannot tell the difference.
I worry, a lot. I worry that my classes are not hard enough or gentle enough for you. That I am not professional enough. That I am too professional and not personable enough. That my classes are too expensive or not expensive enough. I worry that I won't be able to keep teaching yoga because I cannot afford to.
And that would break not only my heart but my spirit too.
Because I have so much to offer. So much to teach, so much still to learn so that I can share with you.
My style is gentle but not necessarily easy. I enjoy helping my students find the path that is right for them. I enjoy hearing everyone requests and piecing them together into a class that meets everyone's needs. I enjoy the interplay between the breath, the body, and the spirit. I am somewhat of a yoga snob. I believe to be yoga you must have a moment of quiet meditation before class starts. I believe savasana MUST be at least 10 minutes long. I believe the OM at the end of class is not only important it is really, really nice. I believe that there is no room for ego in a yoga session, student or teacher. I believe that work should be effortful, not painful. I believe effortless effort is a real thing. And I get annoyed when people call their form of exercise yoga....when it is not.
That is surely enough soul bearing for today. Ugh, that was not exactly fun. I feel all judgey with myself. It is taking a concentrated act of will not to press delete.
Still..... My goal is to write once a week---ok fine, once every two weeks, about the real life of a yoga teacher. The Good the Bad and the Awesome.
Now, I think I'll eat a bunch of these mini twix bites because if they are mini they don't have calories---right? (and enjoy the falling snow)
p.s. these are only my thoughts, mostly stream of conciseness. I am not referring to anyone or any thing. What is it that say in novels, 'any resemblance to any person or persons is purely coincidental'
yeah....that. Just assume that every time you read my blog. Oh, and thank you for reading and not judging me.
Two quotes I can’t seem to keep out of my mind:
"Yoga teaches us to cure what need not be endured and endure what cannot be cured." BKS Iyengar
"Yoga is an internal process, all the rest is a circus" K. Pattabhi Jois
In this room today we are all practicing yoga, we are enduring what cannot be cured and our process is internal...although it is certainly not without it's circus moments. Because, that is the truth of life and of death; it is rarely easy, clean or uncomplicated. It is often confusing, complicated and messy.
7, 14, 18, 26, 40
No, these are not my lottery numbers, but maybe they should be. September has always been a big month in our family but this year seems bigger. I don't exactly know why. I will both attempt to understand and to explain myself. Full disclosure: This post may be a complete waste of your time.
7: On the 7th of September 18 years ago, I married my best friend, my youthful peter pan of a man in a simple, sweet, outdoor ceremony on a little piece of heaven just north of Gainesville. I wore my mothers wedding dress and his father performed the ceremony. My guests sat and melted in the late afternoon sun on one of the hottest days of the year. We quenched our thirst with homebrew beer and BBQ while we cooled our feet in the river. It was a wonderful day. 18 years, honey and here is to way more than 18 more.
14: September 14th is my quirky, independent, and feisty youngest daughter's birthday. It is also my father in laws birthday. A man so kind, so wise and so stubborn that he gives you hope that our flawed human race can survive. He may get his very own blog post someday, but not today.
26: MY BIRTHDAY!!! I will be 40 this year. I am not sure I can convey how excited this makes me. 40...the big 4 0...over the hill, long in the tooth. I will finally be 40. Let me attempt to explain my excitement. I am the youngest of 8 kids, THE BABY....I am married to a man several years older than me...Being 40 means that I am no longer the baby, I am no longer too young for Larry. Or maybe I am, but at 40 I don't have to give a s*%t---right?
So, I think that's it isn't it? At 40, I don't have to give a s*%t anymore. I don't have to worry what anyone thinks of me. Right? RIGHT?
Except, I will, and I do, and to some extent I always will. But maybe, just maybe being 40 will give me the guts to just not care so much.
Some thoughts on perspective and how it can affect your level of happiness. We had to leave before 6:00am to make it to Catie's treatment. Raise your hand if you like getting up that early. Raise your hand again if taking your small child to be treated for a chronic illness is fun for you. ( I did not raise my hand either time, in case you were wondering). HOWEVER! We had zero traffic. We made it in under an hour. Speed limit trip the whole way...unheard of. So we stopped for breakfast and enjoyed fresh squeezed OJ. Then, because we still had an hour, we took a walk along a very pretty little path around the King and Queen buildings. Now, I'm sitting and waiting the 2 1/2 hours this treatment takes in an extremely comfortable chair and getting ready to read my book. I'm not suggesting that choosing happiness made the traffic easy or this chair more comfortable. But it might have.
Just a yoga teacher. Doing my thing.