A dear friend of mine is currently developing the New Orleans School for Esoteric Arts. “We represent people from all walks of life. We are open to anyone who wants to learn more about Astrology, Voudou, Witchcraft, Herbal Magick, Shamanism, and more. We are not affiliated with any church nor do we claim loyalty to any doctrine. We welcome people from all walks of life regardless of inexperience or religious ties.”
She asked me to contribute some articles for their blog. Here is my first post: Be Your Self
If you’d like to donate to help get this amazing school going, check out their Go Fund Me page. You can also stay connected through their Facebook page.
Sunday, Sept 21, at 1:30 P M
Join me at the yoga movement to meditate with your fellow yogis and thousands of other meditators around the world! We will meet at the studio at 1:30 for a brief introduction and begin meditating at 2. No experience necessary! World peace begins with inner peace. Let’s get together and make it happen!
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Fall is right around the corner! This school year your kids have two chances a week to practice yoga with me: Wednesdays at 4 at Namah Shivaya Yoga and Thursdays at 4 at the yoga movement. Classes begin the first week of September!
I recently took part in a fun yoga photo shoot at the yoga movement. I teach there on Sundays at 1:30 PM. Currently this is a beginner’s class but in the fall we have plans to make it a meditation class so stay tuned!
Here are a few of my favorite pictures:
Yesterday in my kids class, we read a story about a lucky elephant. Then we made our own out of styrofoam balls, toothpicks and pipe cleaners. Well, looks like mine really did bring me luck. I’m excited and grateful to share that a new essay of mine has been published on elephant journal! Click below to read the article.
Love Means Never Having to Say Sorry.
I am especially grateful to Erina Yamamoto, a fellow yoga teacher who was also recently published online. Seeing her essay on the web inspired me to do it too! Here’s a link to her amazing essay:
Surrendering to Death.
I always find comfort near bodies of water.
Sitting for meditation, I thought,
“I wish I was near the water right now.”
Then I realized,
I am water.
A body made up mostly of water.
A body of water.
Can I sit by the babbling brook of my inner monologue and watch as thoughts tumble over the rocks and roots, finding their way over and around obstacles?
Can I sit on the shores of my consciousness and observe the waves of breath gently flowing in and out, ever changing yet always the same?
Can I sit near the lake of my mind and notice the effects of each tossed pebble as it ripples the surface, patiently waiting for it to become still?
Finding comfort in myself,