Two weeks ago, a Yoga for Wellness reader who enjoyed June 20th’s blog on “Midwestern Sensibilities” and the varied geographic cultural influences, wrote back to me commenting that I should write about varied yoga cultural influences as well.This got me thinking about the studio that I belong to: Mosaic Yoga

My family and I have just returned from two back-to-back family reunion events. Although these events celebrated my heart, my garden beds appear to have celebrated in their own way! (A weed party) There were sections where I struggled to discover which plants were the vegetables and which ones were the weeds. Granted, I anticipated this, but observing how rapid weeds grow, this never ceases to amaze me.

“Porch Time

is never wasted time

It’s taking the time to commune with nature and your loved ones.

It’s listening to my daughter play air guitar to Little Feat on volume 11 at midnight with her Aunt and Dad.”

-Amy Conn

I’m sitting on my porch for a spell in between two very busy times in my life. Taking a moment to observe the stillness I am suddenly reminded of the busyness that surrounds me.

Much like this song “ Three Little Birds” by Bob Marley - I am reminded of the simplicity and amazement of nature. You see, residing within a homemade birdhouse that my children made a dozen years ago at their middle school, live a small family of birds with very busy parents.

Writers and Riders Have A Lot in Common

Natalie Juteau

September 14, 2014 I realized yesterday that writing books and riding horses have a lot in common. Both can be a bit scary. There have been times when my hands shake and my heart races right before I get on a horse that intimidates me. There have been lessons where I’ve had to give my students a pep talk and then coax them into the saddle.

Why do Yoga and Art go together … NATURALLY

There is not much difference between art and yoga. Art is transforming a plain white paper or canvas or cloth into an amazingly beautiful portrait while yoga is a transformation of a human who functions to someone who can move beyond their habitual way in the form they think, breath, move, and talk.

I started preschool when I was 4 years old. On the 6th of May, I turned 62—my entire life has encircled around the agrarian needs of a school calendar with its beginnings and endings differing from the traditional 12-month calendar.

True joy is a limitless, life-defining, transformative reservoir waiting to be tapped into. It requires the utmost surrender and, like love, is a choice to be made.