I love teaching yoga to a group of dedicated yogi’s at 6am twice a week. Yes, it’s early (really early) but I know for most of the people who show up that if it wasn’t for that early class, they likely wouldn’t be able to fit yoga into their busy schedules. I get it. I used to be just like them, going to class at 5:30 or 6:00 am, knowing that once I finally made it home from my long commute at the end of the day there is no way I would have be able to get my butt to my mat. I

It has been one of those days. The kind that starts out with some real what the hell moments and just keeps rolling down hill as the day goes on. Let me preface this with the fact that I started the day out already running on empty. I’m an introvert and NEED down time to refuel. I’ve learned over the years it isn’t just a want or something I desire and get as a treat once in awhile. It is an, I become an overwhelmed, crabby, my family doesn’t want to be around me anymore, kin

What’s for dinner? What was that sound? Why are my kids always fighting? How can I get them to stop? I’m hungry. I want chips. With guacamole. I should go to Mexico on vacation. I love margaritas. Oh yeah, I’m supposed to be meditating. Follow my breath. Follow my breath… Does this sound at all familiar? These thoughts (and many more) are what many of us, myself included, hear as inner dialogue as we lay on our yoga mats. Calm your body and quiet your mind is what I tell my s