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Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.
– Mother Teresa
Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.
– Buddha
I have been a seeker and I still am, but I stopped asking the books and the stars. I started listening to the teaching of my Soul.
– Rumi
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Hello dear community,
All Heart Yoga is looking to add more teachers + classes!
All Heart Yoga is looking for experienced yoga teachers who love to create an inclusive and positive environment, providing modifications and personalizations for all experience levels. We are especially looking to expand our morning in-person schedule.
All Heart Yoga is a locally- and woman-owned boutique yoga studio in NW Portland. We believe in the transformative power of yoga and stillness, and are committed to fostering a space of belonging for students of all ages, abilities, and experience levels.
This is an independent contractor position. Email Laela@allheartyogastudio.com with a note of introduction/intention and yoga resume if you have one. Looking forward to connecting!
If you know someone who might be interested, please share this and let them know to get in touch :)
Look at this beautiful light in our warm and sunny studio.
The Journey by Mary Oliver
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voice behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life that you could save.
Lost by David Wagoner
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
For Courage by John O’Donohue
When the light around you lessens
And your thoughts darken until
Your body feels fear turn
Cold as a stone inside,
When you find yourself bereft
Of any belief in yourself
And all you unknowingly
Leaned on has fallen,
When one voice commands
Your whole heart,
And it is raven dark,
Steady yourself and see
That it is your own thinking
That darkens your world.
Search and you will find
A diamond-thought of light,
Know that you are not alone,
And that this darkness has purpose;
Gradually it will school your eyes,
To find the one gift your life requires
Hidden within this night-corner.
Invoke the learning
Of every suffering
Now is the time (Excerpt) by Hafiz
Now is the time to know
That all that you do is sacred.
Now, why not consider
A lasting truce with yourself and God.
Now is the time to understand
That all your ideas of right and wrong
Were just a child's training wheels
To be laid aside
When you finally live
With veracity
And love.
Now is the time for the world to know
That every thought and action is sacred.
This is the time
For you to compute the impossibility
That there is anything
But Grace.
Now is the season to know
That everything you doIs sacred.
You have suffered.
Close your eyes.
Gather all the kindling
About your heart
To create one spark
That is all you need
To nourish the flame
That will cleanse the dark
Of its weight of festered fear.
A new confidence will come alive
To urge you towards higher ground
Where your imagination
will learn to engage difficulty
As its most rewarding threshold!
Trusting Prana by Danna Faulds
Trust the energy that courses through you. Trust.
Then take surrender even deeper. Be the energy.
Don’t push anything away. Follow each sensation back to its source in vastness and pure presence.
Emerge so new, so fresh, that you don’t know who you are.
Welcome in this season of monsoons.
Be the bridge across the flooded river and the surging torrent underneath.
Be unafraid of consummate wonder.
Be the energy and blaze a trail across the clear night sky like lightning.
Dare to be your own illumination
My Heart Soars By Chief Dan George
The beauty of the trees,
the softness of the air,
the fragrance of the grass,
speaks to me.
The summit of the mountain,
the thunder of the sky,
the rhythm of the sea,
speaks to me.
The faintness of the stars,
the freshness of the morning,
the dew drop on the flower,
speaks to me.
The strength of fire,
the taste of salmon,
the trail of the sun,
and the life that never goes away,
They speak to me.
And my heart soars.
Hello friends,
we wanted to share something new with you!
Our studio software has made it very easy for clients to write reviews of the classes they have attended. There is now a dedicated space on our website where you can check out our many ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ reviews.
Here are some recent notes from our clients!
We’d like to offer our thanks and supports to Portland public school teachers during their strike. For the month of November, PPS teachers can purchase a class pass, or a pack of 5 for 25% off.
On Saturday, September 9th we gathered to honor the poetry of one of our most treasured poets, Mary Oliver. We walked from the yoga studio up into Macleay Park and found a lovely spot to share snacks and share some of our cherished Mary Oliver poems. I will include the poems shared so that you may come to cherish them too.
Franz Marc's Blue Horses – read by Nancy
I step into the painting of the four blue horses.
I am not even surprised that I can do this.
One of the horses walks towards me.
His blue nose noses me lightly. I put my arm
over his blue mane, not holding on, just commingling.
He allows me my pleasure.
Franz Marc died a young man, shrapnel in his brain.
I would rather die than try to explain to the blue horses
what war is.
They would either faint in horror, or simply find it impossible to believe.
I do not know how to thanks you, Franz Marc.
Maybe our world will grow kinder eventually.
Maybe the desire to make something beautiful
is the piece of God that is inside each of us.
Now all four horses have come closer,
are bending their faces toward me
as if they have secrets to tell.
I don't expect them to speak, and they don't
If being so beautiful isn't enough, what
could they possible say?
First Yoga Lesson – read by Nancy
“Be a lotus in the pond,” she said, “opening
slowly, no single energy tugging
against another but peacefully,
all together.”
I couldn’t even touch my toes.
“Feel your quadriceps stretching?” she asked.
Well, something was certainly stretching.
Standing impressively upright, she
raised one leg and placed it against
the other, then lifted her arms and
shook her hands like leaves. “Be a tree,” she said.
I lay on the floor, exhausted.
But to be a lotus in the pond
opening slowly, and very slowly rising–
that I could do.
Good Morning – read by Judy
1.
"Hello, wren" is the first thing I say. "Where did you come from appearing so sudden and cheerful in the privet? Which, by the way, has decided to decorate itself in so many white blossoms."
2.
Paulus is coming to visit! Paulus the dancer, the potter. Who is just beginning his eightieth decade, who walks without shoes in the woods because his feet, he says, ask to be in touch with the earth. Paulus who when he says my poems sometimes changes them a little, according to the occasion or his own feelings. Okay, I say.
3.
Stay young, always, in the theater of your
mind.
4.
Bless the notebook that I always carry in my pocket. And the pen. Bless the words with which I try to say what I see, think, or feel. With gratitude for the grace of the earth. The expected and the exception, both. For all the hours I have been given to be in this world.
5.
The multiplicity of forms! The hummingbird, the fox, the raven, the sparrow hawk, the otter, the dragonfly, the water lily! And on and on. It must be a great disappointment to God if we are not dazzled at least ten times a day.
6.
Slowly the morning climbs toward the day. As for the poem, not this poem but any poem, do you feel its sting? Do you feel its hope, its entrance to a community? Do you feel its hand in your hand?
7.
But perhaps you're still sleeping. I could wake you with a touch or a kiss. But so could I shake the petals from the wild rose which blossoms so silently and perfectly, and I do not.
Just As The Calendar Began To Say Summer –
read by Molly
I went out of the schoolhouse fast
and through the gardens and to the woods,
and spent all summer forgetting what I'd been taught—
two times two, and diligence, and so forth,
how to be modest and useful, and how to succed and so forth,
machines and oil and plastic and money and so forth.
By fall I had healed somewhat, but was summoned back
to the chalky rooms and the desks, to sit and remember
the way the river kept rolling its pebbles,
the way the wild wrens sang though they hadn't a penny in the bank,
the way the flowers were dressed in nothing but light.
Song for Autumn – read by Veronica
Don’t you imagine the leaves dream now
how comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of the air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don’t you think
the trees, especially those with
mossy hollows, are beginning to look for
the birds that will come—six, a dozen—to sleep
inside their bodies? And don’t you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? The pond
stiffens and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
its long blue shadows. The wind wags
its many tails. And in the evening
the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.
The Humpbacks – read by Katherine
There is, all around us,
this country
of original fire.
You know what I mean.
The sky, after all, stops at nothing, so something
has to be holding
our bodies
in its rich and timeless stables or else
we would fly away.
Off Stellwagen
off the Cape,
the humpbacks rise. Carrying their tonnage
of barnacles and joy
they leap through the water, they nuzzle back under it
like children
at play.
They sing, too.
And not for any reason
you can’t imagine.
Three of them
rise to the surface near the bow of the boat,
then dive
deeply, their huge scarred flukes
tipped to the air.
We wait, not knowing
just where it will happen; suddenly
they smash through the surface, someone begins
shouting for joy and you realize
it is yourself as they surge
upward and you see for the first time
how huge they are, as they breach,
and dive, and breach again
through the shining blue flowers
of the split water and you see them
for some unbelievable
part of a moment against the sky–
like nothing you’ve ever imagined–
like the myth of the fifth morning galloping
out of darkness, pouring
heavenward, spinning; then
they crash back under those black silks
and we all fall back
together into that wet fire, you
know what I mean.
I know a captain who has seen them
playing with seaweed, swimming
through the green islands, tossing
the slippery branches into the air.
I know a whale that will come to the boat wheneve
she can, and nudge it gently along the bow
with her long flipper.
I know several lives worth living.
Listen, whatever it is you try
to do with your life, nothing will ever dazzle you
like the dreams of your body,
its spirit
longing to fly while the dead-weight bones
toss their dark mane and hurry
back into the fields of glittering fire
where everything,
even the great whale,
throbs with song.
The Fish – read by Eugene
The first fish
I ever caught
would not lie down
quiet in the pail
but flailed and sucked
at the burning
amazement of the air
and died
in the slow pouring off
of rainbows. Later
I opened his body and separated
the flesh from the bones
and ate him. Now the sea
is in me: I am the fish, the fish
glitters in me; we are
risen, tangled together, certain to fall
back to the sea. Out of pain,
and pain, and more pain
we feed this feverish plot, we are nourished
by the mystery.
Why I Wake Early – read by Karen
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and crotchety–
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light–
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.
The Summer Day – read by Katherine
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean —
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down —
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Picking Blueberries, Austerlitz, New York, 1957
read by Laela
Once, in summer
in the blueberries,
I fell asleep, and woke
when a deer stumbled against me.
I guess
she was so busy with her own happiness
she had grown careless
and was just wandering along
listening
to the wind as she leaned down
to lip up the sweetness.
So, there we were
with nothing between us
but a few leaves, and wind’s
glossy voice
shouting instructions.
The deer
backed away finally
and flung up her white tail
and went floating off toward the trees -
but the moment she did that
was so wide and so deep
it has lasted to this day;
I have only to think of her -
the flower of her amazement
and the stalled breath of her curiosity,
and even the damp touch of her solicitude
before she took flight -
to be absent again from this world
and alive, again, in another
for thirty years
sleepy and amazed,
rising out of the rough weeds
listening and looking.
Beautiful girl, where are you?
Spring – read by Laela
Somewhere
a black bear
has just risen from sleep
and is staring
down the mountain.
All night
in the brisk and shallow restlessness
of early spring
I think of her,
her four black fists
flicking the gravel,
her tongue
like a red fire
touching the grass,
the cold water.
There is only one question:
how to love this world.
I think of her
rising
like a black and leafy ledge
to sharpen her claws against
the silence
of the trees.
Whatever else
my life is
with its poems
and its music
and its glass cities,
it is also this dazzling darkness
coming
down the mountain,
breathing and tasting;
all day I think of her -—
her white teeth,
her wordlessness,
her perfect love.
I hope the blue sky and shining sun in of early Summer is bringing you a sense of ease and joy. Summer is often an active time of year, with the seasonal energy of yang, movement, growth, action, fun. You may be enjoying more time outdoors and enjoying the feeling of warmth. It’s a wonderful time to bring some intentional joy into your life and heart. Ānandā (आनन्दा) is a Sanskrit word that could be lightly defined as joy, bliss, the energy of bliss, a joy that is fully felt with the senses, happiness.
You might enjoy playing with one of these mantras from one of my most beloved books, The Radiance Sutras by Lorin Roche:
“I am nourished and filled with the bliss of my soul.” (Sva ananda bharitam)
“I am suffused with the nectar-essence of life.” (Sva amritam)
Lorin Roche defines amṛtā (अमृता) as immortal, imperishable, beautiful, beloved, the nectar of immortality. He suggests, “you could begin meditating with the amrita that permeates your body – sva amrita – and as you shift levels, you accept that the entire universe is filled with your joy and your essence. Or you could meditate on the cosmos and your body simultaneously as being filled with your ananda and amrita.”
May your days be nourished by your heart-felt practices, whatever they may be. We love to practice with you and hope to see you in the studio soon.
with ❤️,
Laela
Join Eugene anytime during the next 6 weeks to dive a bit more deeply into class.
Eugene will be offering a six week, join at any time, series on Yoga Terms - making the inspirational words we hear in class more tangible, and incorporating them in our yoga practice and daily life.
“We will use anatomical details, imagery, poetry, yogic philosophy and daily wisdom to play with these concepts in our regular flow class.”
May 20 - Grounding / Nurturing
May 27 - Lengthening / Evolving
June 3rd - Releasing / Forgiveness
June 10th - Awareness / Compassion
June 17th - Courage / Opening
June 24th - Transformation / Healing
Hello dear community, we wanted to let you know about some upcoming class changes and cancellations.
Wednesday evening yin with Anna has been cancelled. Anna will continue teaching yin both Monday and Friday mornings at 7 am. It’s a lovely way to start the day. We hope you’ll join her.
Starting in May Wednesday morning flow with McKenna will transform to Wednesday morning Sunrise Yoga with Amber from 6:30-7:30 am. Big thanks to McKenna for holding beautiful meditative flow classes on Wednesdays. McKenna looks forward to connecting with our community with workshops and specialty classes from time to time.
We also are cancelling the noon classes on Mondays and Wednesdays with Amelia. We will get to practice with Amelia through the end of April, so please book a class with her while you can. We do hope to stay in touch and hope to see her in the studio and in the neighborhood.
Thank you to our wonderful teachers – it has been an absolute treasure learning with and from you!!
These are only a few poems that remind us of Spring. Please feel free to add your own. Happy Spring everyone!
Near Spring Equinox by Jeanetta Calhoun Mish –
A ruby crocus near the porch sends up
hope—winter of sorrow is waning
the dire moon of almost-spring rises
full with promise of renewal,
shaming twinkling city lights in its splendor.
I search for my faith, wonder where
I lost it, find it in deep cinnamon
mud smushing up between my toes.
Across a spent field, a lake in shadow
serenades curvature of earth.
As if on cue, a comet streaks
across somber roiling river of sky.
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Spring by Mary Oliver –
Somewhere
a black bear
has just risen from sleep
and is staring
down the mountain.
All night
in the brisk and shallow restlessness
of early spring
I think of her,
her four black fists
flicking the gravel,
her tongue
like a red fire
touching the grass,
the cold water.
There is only one question:
how to love this world.
I think of her
rising
like a black and leafy ledge
to sharpen her claws against
the silence
of the trees.
Whatever else
my life is
with its poems
and its music
and its glass cities,
it is also this dazzling darkness
coming
down the mountain,
breathing and tasting;
all day I think of her -—
her white teeth,
her wordlessness,
her perfect love.
Welcome by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg –
You come through the gate,
and your life on earth begins:
green wavering into the hue
of early spring, the growing
heat pouring leaf into form
just as you did, are doing,
will do with lack, rain, rivers,
kisses, wind, and horizons
that come each turning.
You stand up in your dream,
lean on the fence, look wide
toward the lights spilled
across the black expanse
that carries the world.
The next destination pours
toward you as you walk.
A thunderhead powers upward,
spends itself over the past,
behind you to your left.
You turn and look one direction,
then another until you’re back
where you started: welcome
as rain in the tall reach of the weather
of your body, of this life
that breathes in time, breathes out light.
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Revery by Fenton Johnson –
1.
I was the starlight
I was the moonlight
I was the sunset,
Before the dawning
Of my life;
I was the river
Forever winding
To purple dreaming,
I was the glowing
Of youthful Springtime,
I was the singing
Of golden songbirds,—
I was love.
2.
I was the sunlight,
I was the twilight,
I was the humming
Of winged creatures
Ere my birth;
I was the blushing
Of lily maiden,
I was the vision
Of youthful striving,
I was the summer,
I was the autumn,
I was the All-time—
I was love
You who want knowledge, see the Oneness within.
There you will find the clear mirror already waiting. – Hadewijch II
We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains. – Li Po
The time has come. Your time. To live. To Celebrate. And to see the goodness that you are. – Bapuji, Swami Sri Kripalvananda
“Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough and more.” – John O’Donohue
Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens. – Carl Yung
I breathe in All That Is – Awareness expanding to take everything in, as if my heart beats the world into being. – Danna Faulds
May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder. – John O’Donohue
"When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be." – Lao Tzu
You are the Soul of the Soul of the Universe. And your name is Love
Yoga is the journey of the self, through the self, to the self. – Bhavaghad Gita
Love doesn’t sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like bread: remade all the time, made new. – Og Mandino
I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars. – Og Mandino
“To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, every cubic inch of space is a miracle.” – Walt Whitman
“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” – Albert Einstein
“A candle is a small thing. But one candle can light another. And see how its own light increases, as a candle gives its flame to the other. You are such a light.” – Moshe Davis
“May we all be blessed with miracles wherever we need them.” – Micaela Ezra
“Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.” – Anne Frank
“In this life we cannot do great things. We can only do small things with great love.” – Mother Teresa
The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers. – Thich Nhat Hanh
“Yoga is not about self-improvement, it’s about self-acceptance.” – Gurmukh kaur khalsa
“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.” – Maya Angelou
Treat yourself kindly. And with love
“When the breath wanders the mind also is unsteady. But when the breath is calmed the mind too will be still, and the yogi achieves long life.“ – Hatha Yoga Pradipika
“Yoga is a light, which once lit, will never dim. The better your practice, the brighter the flame.” – B.K.S. Iyengar
“Don’t try to get out of the World, get into it.” – Bhagavan Das
“To find out what is truth there must be great love and a deep awareness of one’s relationship to all things.” – J. Krishnamurti
What if love was the centre of our being?” – Ganga Whit
“Radical Acceptance is the willingness to experience ourselves and our lives as it is.” – Tara Brach
"May I love and accept myself just as I am.”
“On this sacred path of Radical Acceptance, rather than striving for perfection, we discover how to love ourselves into wholeness.” – Tara Brach
“Yoga does not just change the way we see things, it transforms the person who sees.” – B.K.S. Iyengar, Light on Life
“It is through the alignment of the body that I discovered the alignment of my mind, self, and intelligence.” – B.K.S. Iyengar
“True compassion… comes from realizing our kinship with all beings.” – Pema Chodron
“True yoga is not about the shape of your body, but the shape of your life. Yoga is not to be performed; yoga is to be lived. Yoga doesn’t care about what you have been; yoga cares about the person you are becoming. Yoga is designed for a vast and profound purpose, and for it to be truly called yoga, its essence must be embodied.” – Aadil Palkhivala
”The body benefits from movement, and the mind benefits from stillness.” – Sakyong Mipham
”It is through your body that you realize you are a spark of divinity.” – B.K.S. Iyengar
“I have been a seeker and I still am, but I stopped asking the books and the stars. I started listening to the teaching of my Soul.” – Rumi
“Yoga is a light which once lit will never dim, the better your practice the brighter your flame.” – B.K.S. Iyengar
“Yoga is the settling of the mind into silence.” – Patanjali
“You are the sky, everything else is just the weather.” – Pema Chodron
Hello early birds,
we want to let you know about some TEMPORARY class shifts that are happening late December and January.
The early morning classes will be canceled from Dec. 22-29th
From January 2nd - 23rd the schedule will be:
Mondays + Fridays Sunrise Yin Yoga with Anna, 7-8 am
Tuesdays and Thursdays Sunrise Yoga with Amber, 6:30-7:30 am and Wednesdays 7-8 am
McKenna will be back late January and the schedule will return to normal.
Let us know if you have any questions!
Hey, friends,
we just wanted to let you know that our studio has air conditioning!
Your practice will be well supported in our cool and tranquil studio. We have filtered water and hope to remind you to stay well hydrated on these hot Summer days!
Here is a bit of forest to inspire coolness :)
Recovery Yoga is an all-level yoga class that is open to anyone in any type of addiction recovery and anywhere on their recovery journey! In a sweet and welcoming space we dial into the energy of breath and tune into the transformational power of yoga! We will practice a Hatha style flow then settle into a more yin style with longer held postures. Lastly, we’ll have a meditation with a reading or theme in a circle and share our experiences of strength and hope. This is a donations-based class, please pay what you can.
Once you sign up for class you will see the details on where to meet.
No props provided, so please bring your own mat or towel to practice on outdoors.
Hello dear friends,
I wanted to share with you that we have expanded our bookshelves to include some products for your altar and the altar of your body. I am only interested in sharing a very select few products with you that I personally use and love, that I feel are made honorably.
Crystals of amethyst, citrine, quartz, and honey calcite bring grounding, expansive pure energy to your home or altar.
Pure products made from Ula Botanic on Orcas, Island. I have brought these select products to our yoga home because I personally, wholeheartedly recommend them. I use the ritual mists daily. I even keep one in my car. I spray it on or near my face and take a deep breath in. Instantly I feel grounded and transformed. It’s a beautiful way to pause in a transition. The rose oil I use on my face and I feel uplifted. It actually brings me joy! Also, my skin loves it. The Dream oil is new to me. I have just given one to my daughter. I will let you know what she thinks :)
Soon we will also have Everyday Oil in stock. Wait til you smell this. You’ll want to wear it on your skin, in your hair, massage into your feet and share with friends. (I also keep one of these in my bag!)
I will order more books sometime soon. If you have anything you personally recommend or are looking for, please let me know.
I hope you enjoy our expanding selection of items to bring more harmony into your day.
With love,
Laela
The Yoga of Sound and Mantra with Amber Knight and Chris Miller
Sunday evening, March 20th 6-7pm at Yoga NW
This class introduces students to the yogic science of Sound and Mantra. Class will begin with pranayama breathing practices and seated meditation, followed by a brief instruction on the attributes and meaning of the seed syllable OM.
There will be demonstration of mantra and music. Chris will lead with with the support of the harmonium, singing mantras learned while studying in Nepal. Those who are interested in sharing their voice are welcome to participate, while others are welcome to listen in silence.
Class will close with a group meditation.
All are welcome, no prior experience necessary. This class will not include asana (postures) and will be experienced seated or lying down.
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