My ribs expand and contract with each inhalation and exhalation. Air sparks all the cells in my body, transferring from my nose to my lungs to my blood - all the way up to the crown of my head. I’ve been breathing all my life, but this really feels like my first breath. There has been many changes in my life. I am in constant transition. My body bloats and bulges with the buttons on my jeans. At times, my body shrinks and collapses with the weight of my bones. It is all transition.Read More
The name Sangha came from a chant I learned in India many years ago. It touched my soul and planted a seed within me that would not spring from the earth until July 31, 2017. The sprout has become a plant with many branches and foliage. Our roots grow deep in the 5,000-year-old tradition of yoga. What waters our soil and lights the path of growth is our student body. Without you our space would be lifeless. You bring the joy, the laughter, the raw emotion, the sweat and tears to your mat and the energy to our space. We show up because you continue to show up and we are eternally grateful to you for choosing to practice with us.
Contentment is one of the 10 moral practices that make up the first two limbs of the eight-limbed path of yoga. Putting it into action in our daily lives requires us to take a look at the reasoning behind why we feel successful one day and like a failure the next. Somedays I go to bed saying to myself “Nailed it.” I want to fist bump Scott in a gesture of pride and recognition of my achievements. Other days I feel like crawling into bed at noon and pray for a do-over.Read More
Sangha means community and it’s what is most important to us!Read More
The first three days were entirely focused on the simple task of sitting and focusing the mind on the breath, only in the space between the entrance of the nostrils and bridge of the nose…easy right?? My initial feelings of joy to be sitting in stillness soon wore off after day one and the reality that my nimble yoga body was now a blazing inferno of excruciating pain.Read More
I had a revelation one day in my late teens. It would be the first of many awakenings brought on by a quiet and encouraging voice within me that I now call my inner teacher. At age nineteen this voice simply said “Enough is enough. It’s time to move on.” These words were accompanied by a strong feeling in my gut that I was compelled to trust and so the trajectory of my life shifted. The path was wide open. All I needed to do was figure out which way to go first.Read More