We ended this journey much like we started it. We were honest and raw, angry and sad, hopeful and hopeless. The difference today was our breath, our community, and our understanding. This training has been the most important commitment I have ever made to myself. As I reflect on the person I was 8 months… Continue reading Day 8.3
Learning about disability justice was such an eye-opening experience. I've been in spaces where ableism was discussed, but I've never had such a thorough introduction to its origins as a tool of white supremacy. Dustin's ability to bring the historical context into the space was as important as his depictions of the current work being… Continue reading Day 8.2
Today was such a good day, and then I got such sad news. Lucy, my puppy, is dying. She's 13. She's my best girl. Letting her die with dignity and without suffering is so important to me. It exemplifies what I hope for all of the patients I interact with, and the people I love.… Continue reading Day 8.1
The series of short films produced by the California Newsreel - "Race: The Power of an Illusion," were...disturbing. Our society's dependence on the idea of race perpetuates stereotypes that have real life consequences in every community of color. Researching the Food Justice Movement highlighted this fact. When people of color, specifically black folks, have to… Continue reading Day 7.3
Oy. The existence of internalized racial inferiority and internalized racial superiority existing in one body is a lived experience for me. Growing up, I was constantly praised and given awards (by both black and white teachers). Though I'm sure they touted my academic ability, I am realizing that my proximity to whiteness being "palatable" had… Continue reading Day 7.2
These Friday check-ins are as integral as a check up at my doctor's office. I feel like this is God's way of forcing me to stop, slow down, and take my own pulse. Where am I today? Where am I in this moment? I am sitting on my couch, drinking wine from the bottle and… Continue reading Day 7.1
Sitting in a room full of fellow yogis-in-training and swapping style, cue, and lived in experiences from our teaching was so rewarding. As we do the hard work, it is hard to remember the folks you are in it with - until - you are able to saturate yourself with their presence. The moment that… Continue reading Day 6.3
Healing is created by doing the personal work. This phrase resonated with me so fully. After experiencing emotional abuse, my self worth was a shell of what it was. I continually questioned my thoughts and my feelings. The asanas within yoga have pulled me back into my body, and the pranayama keeps me here moment… Continue reading Day 6.2
The entire month of September was a held breath. Over-scheduled, over-stretched, over-stimulated. October will be just for me. Claimed now, and manifested by my tactful scheduling and saying no. Friday was a day of sadness and renewed faith for me. Death of a kind patient, and renewed faith in lifelong love and God, even in… Continue reading Day 6.1
The joy of being outdoors to experience our physical yoga practice is one that is immeasurable. To feel nature surrounding you, breathing with you, and even walking across your mat with you...it is all that one can hope to be. Immersed and fully present to what Mother Nature has allowed us to see. The food… Continue reading Day 5.3
Cultural sharing was one of the most enriching parts of this weekend. Hearing the backstories of people with whom we share so much of ourselves is both eye opening and comforting. I am blessed by their words, and their presence. So much physical practice this weekend. My body is happy.
Exhausted. Friday nights are tough. So much of the weight from the week lands on Friday evenings. The final exhale out as I sit surrounded by strong, successful, and loving women. Exploring the sutras is like a breath anew. A reason to keep my mind and eyes open. A reason to continue pushing into the… Continue reading Day 5.1
I started formal therapy two years ago. At the time, it was one of the hardest, yet most rewarding experience of my life. This YROL training is that reincarnated. The transformation that I feel in my perception and proprioception of myself and my needs is life altering. I have been aware of the work that… Continue reading Day 4.3
Trauma informed care was a phrase that I had heard, but never internalized or applied to my own trauma. The trauma that I, that we, continue to hold in our hearts, our heads, and our bodies is killing us. The experience that I shared with the class was one of unexpected loss. During the time… Continue reading Day 4.2
What a community we have created. In the midst of our wild, draining weeks we end up together with words like excited, warm, grateful, and happy still being pulled into our sad, exhausted, and overwhelmed selves. Thank God for this space and these people.
All white people must be racists because of the deeply ingrained racism that exist in all of the systems that we navigate. The structure of these systems was always, and entirely, created to benefit white people (or Europeans earlier in history, as our wonderful presenters indicated) - at the detriment of people of color. Sitting… Continue reading Day 3.3
The moment that we made space for a conversation about caring and advocating for people who are systemically oppressed WITHOUT attempting to relate experiences to oneself as a white person was...beautiful. Not in its existence, because God, wouldn't it be nice to not have to explain? But in the raw and true teaching moment that… Continue reading Day 3.2
There is something so wonderful about walking into a room of women and being excited by the energy and love you feel - even with the knowledge that the work you'll be doing can be exhausting. I am excited to see and explore what PISAB has to teach me. I am open and willing to… Continue reading Day 3.1
Sunday, a two-part harmony. Listening to the speakers discuss their connection to the Earth was humbling. Their words incited a longing inside me to be that connected to...anything. My heritage, my ancestry, my purpose. There was something so certain about their relationship with one another, animals, and everything else that exists on Turtle Island. It… Continue reading Day 2.3
The Yamas and Niyamas speak so much into my being. The internal struggle that I have been intertwined with over the last 2-3 years is the feeling of not knowing who I am, and not giving myself enough time or silence to figure it out. There is so much that I need to learn. The… Continue reading Day 2.2
Hearing the struggles and successes of each individual as they work on implementing Raja's 8 Limbs into their practice and into their life was inspiring. It made me feel like this journey I am on is peripherally connected to everyone else's. A portion of each of the experiences verbalized really connected to what I was… Continue reading Day 2.1
Sunday my heart was restored, and then broken. It was restored by a full and enriching physical yoga practice with wonderful, powerful women. It was broken by the tears, the voices filled with hurt and endless sadness; the lost babies who will only continue to exist in our minds and in our hearts. The deep,… Continue reading Day 1.3
Today was intense. As a person who identifies as biracial and who is identified by others as black, I have my own preconceived ideals surrounding my identity. Those ideals were (and are) shaped by my experiences. Hearing other individuals share their opinions was eye-opening at best, and discomfort (and sweat) inducing at worst. I now… Continue reading Day 1.2
This class was more than I anticipated. I was tired from work and ready to sleep, but the first class woke me up. It was more than a physical awakening. It created comfort, discomfort, and a sense that a seed was starting to grow.