If you have ever practiced with me, you know I'm all about the hips! I have read that our hips hold our "survival stress". This leads me to believe it's not just me struggling here and losing my relaxed swagger over tight hips. This lady explains stress and the subtle body better then I can. These suggestions are great if you are looking for a quick practice over the holiday break. Namaste!
click here to read the article
and this one too!
9 poses to release hips
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
BY POPULAR DEMAND
I spent all this morning moving around the order of the playlist so that it would be just right. I've had this group of music on my computer as a playlist called Yoga (generic I know) for some time now. Really, I was born to do this. If only making the perfect playlist for any occasion was a profession... Here is my play list for you to enjoy as you practice yoga or calmly drive to the Atlanta airport:
Brighter then the Sun by Aqualung
Angelica by Lamb
Breathe extended version mix by Telepopmusik
Wonder When by Bonabo & Andreya Triana
Again with the Subtitles by Yppah (thats happy backwards)
Island Groove by Mickey Heart
Life in Technicolor (Instrumental) by Coldplay
The Subtitles that Count by Yppah
May All Beings by Earthrise Soundsystem
Never Mess With Sunday by Yppah
Ashes by Karsh Kale (not on the mix in class as my computer and iPod were in cahoots)
Any Day Now by Jon and Roy
Anything You Synthesize by The American Dollar
Buddha's Lullaby by Manose (the perfect Savasana)
Three Little Birds by Bob Marley and the Wailers (for packing your mat and leaving)
The Karsh Kale song is the bomb! I can't believe it didn't make it to class! During Savasana I replayed part of Buddha's Lullaby to make up for the lack of content. Now I see where I went wrong. I hope you enjoy this beautiful music as much as I think my brave yoga participants did:)
Namaste friends.
Monday, February 13, 2012
the Henna hair dye experiment
Top 5 New Years Resolutions (according to about.com)
1. Spend more time with friends and family
2. Fit in fitness
3. Tame the bulge
4. Quite smoking
5. Enjoy life more
I guess mine fell under number 5. What my resolution was really about was being a more genuine person, a better version of Laraine, a larger expression so to say. I'm not an ego maniac I just think, hey, I'm trying my best to be me, isn't that enough? Mantra for this year: I am enough.
Okay, so this might seem counter intelligent but, I dyed my hair. I hear you saying, "if you are enough, then why cover it up with chemical processes?"
That is valid but, since I have been stripping my natural hair color for years now in favor of sunny blonde highlights (insert head bobble), it's time to get back to my roots so to say.
Yes, this post really is just about hair dye, and girly-ness, sorry
So, here is what happened. My loving cousin, who is a total glamazon, was using henna hair dye. She bought it in blocks and loved it until it really started to get a little too vibrant. She offered it to me for my eyebrows (but that is another blog all together). So I took it. I signed my husband to help (bad idea).
Henna hair dye, at least the kind I used, came from a store that sells beauty products so fresh they have expiration dates. I'm not sure I can say but since I have nothing to complain: I used Caca Rouge Mama from LUSH. Big fan of their massage bars too;) prrrrrrrrr
SO, what happens is the dye comes in a bar. A chunk if you will. Sorta looks like some tasty chocolate, only not! We boiled some water and put the brick in to dissolve into a muddy paste. This is a super messy product. My hair is course and thick so unlike conventional dyes I really could have never done it myself just too much mess for one person. My sweet Army Ranger of a husband played stylist for the afternoon (he may have found his next vocation). The process is like putting mud on your head to dry and leaving it there for quite a long time. I left mine on for about 3 hours. My glamazon cousin left hers on overnight!
Overall successful experiment until I parted my hair the following day to discover we missed a spot! WHAT! this probably had to do with the thickness of the henna mud and that I let my husband do it (what was I thinking?) So, I just mixed up the little bit I had left and slapped it on the spot. 2 hours later, you'd never know. This dye is really forgiving, sheer, transparent and gentle on the locks. I've had it on for over a month and yes, it has faded but, looks better. The red was seriously vibrant in the beginning.
You can look at the Lush site for directions if you are interested: http://www.lushusa.com/shop/products/hair/henna-hair-dyes/caca-rouge-mama
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Living imperfectly with great delight
The impending move of the pod is drifting into our consciousness. Holy moly, this is really going to happen, like soon! I am certainly not the first Army wife to have this feeling, probably not the last. Phelan has no idea what this all means, luckily. For me it means a push to organize the home goods into their respectful rooms, closets, places they belong(shakes head). Ya right! I live with 16 month old devastator who leaves no rock unturned, no beauty product unopened. On top of being confused as to how our second car will make it to port to be barged to the west coast, I decided to add yoga teaching training on the fire. Sometimes I have to just embrace the imperfection.
I'm actually so SO excited about yoga training this coming weekend I could burst. I have a million questions. My asanas have been practiced with a greater commitment, which is a quality I like to see in myself. Prodded, nudged, pushed (a little) and actually having the time and funds to do this is a blessing. My friends are amazing people and without them I wouldn't be doing this. I'm not sure where this is leading but it feels good. The people I will meet and sunshine I have to share is the reason. I'll make sure to let you know how it all goes. My intention is for this to be a meaningful experience, to set a wind in the sail.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Christmas in a nut shell
Shout out to my family for all coming together this year in Michigan. It doesn't happen too often any more. I feel like it was fateful with my pods impending move to the west coast. Visits with my brother feel so far between anymore. We both have our own families and busyness or business in his case.
2,000+ miles of road was totally worth it on Christmas day to see the boys eyes light up. My son Phelan is 14 months and my brothers boy Brayden is 2 years older to the month (Brayen is 3 y'all). Our collective Christmas was gorgeous. The tree was decked out and so were the boys in the adorable hats my sister in law made
Our family dog managed to ruin Brayden's new toy before he even had a chance to. Pieces of Phelan's sandwich making toy are lost under furniture till spring cleaning. No one tipped backwards in a lazy boy. I ruined the pajama party. Michael, my husband received Skyrim from his secret Santa, luckily I won't have to listen to him whine about how expensive it is, unluckily he is glued to it. Smokin' hot was found! Blaise and I were gifted pieces of the past. Everyone was merry and bright.
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OH MY WORD
Visiting with Baba in New York. The sad part about Christmas is that you can't be in two places at once. Being a military family we are challenged by this often. It felt wrong leaving my husbands families house 3 days before the Holiday. It sure was nice to have a good visit with them. Seattle and Corning are pretty much on the opposite side of the continental US:( This was a bitter sweet visit.
"Life was meant to be lived, not filled with fearful navel-gazing"
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