Photo by Laura Hobbs
Since moving to Boulder, my life has become an all-out yoga fest. I’m the managing editor for the yoga-heavy Elephant Journal, I’m the social media ambassador to one of the hippest yoga studios in town, I’m connecting and networking with amazing yogis from all over the country (Seane Corn kissed me on the cheek—I can die now), I’m going to yoga class every day, and I even got the chance to check out the Yoga Journal Conference in Estes Park a few weekends ago. I’m living and breathing the yoga life, and I’m loving every second of it.
Here at Gaiam we know the importance of yoga for kiddos. Our bright, playful teeny yogi collection inspires even the littlest ones to come to the mat.
Since I have yet to have a human child, I have started getting my fur baby involved in my practice. So here are a few tricks for yoga for you and your dog.
Family yoga is a wonderful way to spend time together as a family, incorporating the breathing, mindfulness, and physical benefits of yoga with the fun, creative spirit of your family.
I finally got around to taking my two daughters to the dentist for their annual checkup. Naturally, the dentist reviewed how to brush correctly with my 4 and 9-year-old. I’m hoping that makes our morning and nighttime routines a little easier (especially with the four-nager, as I like to call her).
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It’s a natural impulse to purge your closet this time of year. Who wants itchy, pilling sweaters when they could be wearing crisp tees and cute sundresses? I also get the urge to clean my windows so I can get a better view of the (sometimes) blue sky and flowers on my trees. And I can’t wait to finally put away the stack of hats, gloves, and snow boots that has overtaken my entryway (since it snowed this past weekend, I’m going to wait a week or two on that one).
My favorite mode of transportation has always been my own two feet. This penchant for a good walk became a daily practice over the past ten years and my favorite way to exercise. Rather than sequestering myself in the gym, I get out and discover new places with the soles of my shoes.
When I got married, my sister gave me an herb garden planted in a giant galvanized metal tub. At that time in my life, the only plants I’d ever kept alive were a couple scrawny succulents on my dorm room windowsill, and while I already loved to cook, I had no idea what to do with nine varieties of fresh herbs. Needless to say, I was intimidated. The plants died a slow, neglected death, which I rationalized as okay because all the herbs I ever needed were available at the grocery store.
Sixteen years later, I’ve come full circle on the idea of growing my own herbs (although that tub is usually used for keeping beer cold at parties). Now I grow herbs in pots, and here are some good reasons why you should, too.
- Cooking with fresh herbs is fun; it feels very “chef-y” to do things like chiffonade.
Ever-increasing numbers of physicians and research studies tout the benefits of yoga, but is it truly being integrated into healthcare? A recent article in Yoga Journal notes that physicians are prescribing yoga in greater numbers than ever, and there are now more than 130 yoga therapy training programs worldwide. But what kind of access do patients have to classes or therapists that can meet their needs? Can those recovering from illness or struggling with depression find a class that feels welcoming and appropriate for their needs?
When it comes to our bodies, we as women tend to place a great deal of pressure on ourselves to achieve certain results. We deprive ourselves and push ourselves in order to whittle down, tighten up, drop dress sizes, and increase our level of attractiveness. We exalt uber-thin (sometimes, dangerously thin) bodies through images of “thinspiration.” We put these images out on social media and tell the world, “This is what I’m striving for.”
I am swinging back and forth on the ceiling of the rock wall—fear pulling me away from and hope pushing me toward my next hold. I am trying to ignore my arm’s thoughts that they are too tired and let myself believe I can grab the next hold. It’s so far—and I’ve failed so many times before.