You Are Not Stuck Yoga

The world spins madly. Thank goodness for yoga.

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Move. Breathe. Connect.
That’s the practice at its most simple.

Yoga is not doing fancy poses on the beach at sunset for Instagram. Rather, it’s about learning to feel and engage the joints, the muscles, the organs; to breathe in ways that focus, energize and soothe; to connect to the grace, wisdom, stillness and stardust that exist both within and around; and to set ourselves up to be on this planet for as long as possible.

That’s why I have been practicing yoga for nearly 25 years and teaching for about 20, everywhere from community centers and national yoga centers to corporate offices and individual clients’ homes. Since 2020, I’ve led online practices from my living room.

Whether you’re an experienced practitioner, stepping foot onto a mat for the first time or somewhere in between, I invite you to share practice with me. It’s intentional, enjoyable and modifiable for all levels. Drop in for a single class or choose a monthly membership. You are welcome anytime!

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Live classes every Tuesday and Thursday. Recordings too!

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Class Details

Live Classes

  • Tuesdays at 10:30 a.m. Eastern / 9:30 a.m. Central / 7:30 a.m. Pacific
  • Thursdays at 8:30 a.m. Eastern / 7:30 a.m. Central / 5:30 a.m. Pacific

Recordings

  • One live class is recorded each week for Monthly Members
  • Monthly Deluxe Members get access to the full library of recordings

Choose Your Practice Path

Your practice can be as flexible as you are. Whether you’re dropping in for a single class or making yoga a regular part of your routine, there’s an option that fits your schedule and style.

$24/class

Try it out, no strings attached. Perfect for dipping your toes in or catching class when your schedule allows.

$108/mo.

Make yoga a consistent part of your week with two live classes, plus one recording to do later or again. Find your rhythm, practice on your schedule, and save some money.

$129 / mo.

Your all-access pass to finding your flow, your way. Drop into any live class, access the full library of practices as they’re added, and discover meditations that help you feel centered on and off the mat.

Remember, you don’t have to have your sh*t together to go to yoga;  you go to yoga to get your sh*t together!

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Pick Your Practice Time

Ready to move, breathe, and maybe get your sh*t together? Choose a class time that works for you. Whether you’re an early bird or catching a recorded session at midnight – there’s no wrong time to show up for yourself.

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If you’ve been thinking about coming to the “Yoga + Hygge” retreat in Branson at the end of the month, this is your reminder to register ASAP! We need the final headcount early this week to order all the goodies. 😊

It’s going to be a most special weekend, with women coming from near and far (from San Francisco to Orlando, Chicago to Austin, and points in between)!

I’ve never hosted a retreat quite like this: slow, easy, focused on connection. One gigantic exhale. And it’s tailor made for you if you’re a woman who is:

* Sober, sober curious, or just ready for a break from alcohol after the buzzy holiday season
* In desperate need of some time away to clear your head, breathe deeply, reset, recharge
* Interested in kickstarting or reviving your yoga and meditation practice
* Longing to make new connections with like-minded women, or spend quality time with old friends

The rustic @villageatindianpoint on Table Rock Lake in the beautiful Missouri Ozarks is the perfect setting for this getaway: crackling fireplaces, indoor pool and sauna, the cutest condos nestled in nature. And we’ll have activities that you can choose to do (or not!), such as daily yoga and meditation practices, vision boarding, knitting, one-on-one walk + talk with me or special guest @amandakuda , journaling, sobriety discussions and more.

You just bring your favorite cozy pajamas and we’ll take care of the rest. 🥰

Lmk if you have questions. Otherwise, sign up link is in bio.

Hope to see ee you! 🤍

#youarenotstuck #hyggeretreat #yogaretreat #soberretreat #hygge #sober #sobriety #alcoholfree #wedorecover
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If you’ve been thinking about coming to the “Yoga + Hygge” retreat in Branson at the end of the month, this is your reminder to register ASAP! We need the final headcount early this week to order all the goodies. 😊

It’s going to be a most special weekend, with women coming from near and far (from San Francisco to Orlando, Chicago to Austin, and points in between)!

I’ve never hosted a retreat quite like this: slow, easy, focused on connection. One gigantic exhale. And it’s tailor made for you if you’re a woman who is:

* Sober, sober curious, or just ready for a break from alcohol after the buzzy holiday season
* In desperate need of some time away to clear your head, breathe deeply, reset, recharge
* Interested in kickstarting or reviving your yoga and meditation practice
* Longing to make new connections with like-minded women, or spend quality time with old friends

The rustic @villageatindianpoint on Table Rock Lake in the beautiful Missouri Ozarks is the perfect setting for this getaway: crackling fireplaces, indoor pool and sauna, the cutest condos nestled in nature. And we’ll have activities that you can choose to do (or not!), such as daily yoga and meditation practices, vision boarding, knitting, one-on-one walk + talk with me or special guest @amandakuda , journaling, sobriety discussions and more.

You just bring your favorite cozy pajamas and we’ll take care of the rest. 🥰

Lmk if you have questions. Otherwise, sign up link is in bio.

Hope to see ee you! 🤍

#youarenotstuck #hyggeretreat #yogaretreat #soberretreat #hygge #sober #sobriety #alcoholfree #wedorecoverImage attachmentImage attachment

Vulnerable post to show how the ADHD brain works:

In the course of about 60 seconds, Hungry Me pulled a baguette and some Gruyère out of the frig for a li’l snack. (tbh, it’s nearly lunch time but this is my breakfast because I keep forgetting to eat.)

Anyway…

I started slicing said baguette and thought, “Hmmm, the birds outside on this snowy day might be hungry, too,” so I put the knife down and plucked out some nibbles for them. Realized I was thirsty so poured myself the day’s first glass of water, which requires a healthy dose of Miralax because, well, you know. Decided bread and cheese wasn’t going to be enough so went back to the frig to grab yogurt. Started to get a bowl from the cupboard but realized there were only bread nibbles in this bowl right here; better to go ahead and throw them to the birds and use this than to dirty a new one. (Wait, didn’t I already throw the bread to the birds? How did I forget to throw the bread to the birds?!) Noticed the Miralax was on the counter but that I hadn’t actually put it in the water. Rolled my eyes at myself. Stirred the water to dissolve the powder and remembered that the point of water was not just hydration and elimination, but also to take meds. (Meds, Becky, MEDS!!) Told myself to hold on a damn minute, that the meds were too important to forget and that I’d remember, and would you please just finish one goddamn thing before you move on to the next? (Breakfast, Becky, BREAKFAST!!) Then I thought, you know, “I bet someone else is experiencing something similar in this exact moment, and maybe they don’t have a diagnosis so they just think they’re crazy like I have for 50 years, so perhaps it would be useful if I paused long enough to document this shizz in hopes of making them feel less alone.” So I snapped the pic, poked out this message on my phone, and here we are.

Exhale.

Now, off to take my meds – because they *are* too important to forget – and eat my damn breakfast.

#adhd #youarenotstuck
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Vulnerable post to show how the ADHD brain works: 

In the course of about 60 seconds, Hungry Me pulled a baguette and some Gruyère out of the frig for a li’l snack. (tbh, it’s nearly lunch time but this is my breakfast because I keep forgetting to eat.)

Anyway… 

I started slicing said baguette and thought, “Hmmm, the birds outside on this snowy day might be hungry, too,” so I put the knife down and plucked out some nibbles for them. Realized I was thirsty so poured myself the day’s first glass of water, which requires a healthy dose of Miralax because, well, you know. Decided bread and cheese wasn’t going to be enough so went back to the frig to grab yogurt. Started to get a bowl from the cupboard but realized there were only bread nibbles in this bowl right here; better to go ahead and throw them to the birds and use this than to dirty a new one. (Wait, didn’t I already throw the bread to the birds? How did I forget to throw the bread to the birds?!) Noticed  the Miralax was on the counter but that I hadn’t actually put it in the water. Rolled my eyes at myself. Stirred the water to dissolve the powder and remembered that the point of water was not just hydration and elimination, but also to take meds. (Meds, Becky, MEDS!!) Told myself to hold on a damn minute, that the meds were too important to forget and that I’d remember, and would you please just finish one goddamn thing before you move on to the next? (Breakfast, Becky, BREAKFAST!!) Then I thought, you know, “I bet someone else is experiencing something similar in this exact moment, and maybe they don’t have a diagnosis so they just think they’re crazy like I have for 50 years, so perhaps it would be useful if I paused long enough to document this shizz in hopes of making them feel less alone.” So I snapped the pic, poked out this message on my phone, and here we are.

Exhale. 

Now, off to take my meds – because they *are* too important to forget – and eat my damn breakfast.

#adhd #youarenotstuck

I'm 1,800 miles away from Los Angeles and it feels impossible to focus on business as usual.

My heart breaks with every post that comes across my feed. The images steal my breath. "Apocalyptic" and "terrifying" feel like thin attempts to describe the indescribable.

I can't look away, in the same way I couldn't look away from Asheville, Lahaina, Katrina, Joplin, 9/11, COVID, Haiti, Harvey and Sandy and Andrew, the Great Flood of '93.

If your heart and mind are not on your work today but instead on the hundreds of thousands of people suffering right now – the ones who lost their lives, the ones who are still standing but lost absolutely everything else, the evacuated and separated and scared, the exhausted firefighters who are *in a literal firestorm*, the first responders and medical professionals, the ones waiting for news – you're not alone.

Whether you know the city or anyone in it doesn't matter. You are a witness to devastation and despair, and completely helpless to ease it.

That's not nothing.

Please, everyone, be gentle with one another at a time when life is being too cruel to too many.

Los Angeles, we're holding you from near and far.

Photo and excerpt from The New York Times.
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Im 1,800 miles away from Los Angeles and it feels impossible to focus on business as usual.

My heart breaks with every post that comes across my feed. The images steal my breath. Apocalyptic and terrifying feel like thin attempts to describe the indescribable.

I cant look away, in the same way I couldnt look away from Asheville, Lahaina, Katrina, Joplin, 9/11, COVID, Haiti, Harvey and Sandy and Andrew, the Great Flood of 93.

If your heart and mind are not on your work today but instead on the hundreds of thousands of people suffering right now – the ones who lost their lives, the ones who are still standing but lost absolutely everything else, the evacuated and separated and scared, the exhausted firefighters who are *in a literal firestorm*, the first responders and medical professionals, the ones waiting for news – youre not alone. 

Whether you know the city or anyone in it doesnt matter. You are a witness to devastation and despair, and completely helpless to ease it. 

Thats not nothing.

Please, everyone, be gentle with one another at a time when life is being too cruel to too many.

Los Angeles, were holding you from near and far. 

Photo and excerpt from The New York Times.Image attachment
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