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Bodhi Tree Yoga: A Place to Learn, Heal and Find Bliss

There is a place where people come together to learn, to heal and to find balance. A place that gives back to the community.  An oasis of warmth, of sunrises and sunsets, of freedom to explore and discover.
This place is Bodhi Tree Yoga, located in the heart of Cathedral as and downtown Regina, founded and created by Colin Hall and Sarah Garden.
“We began practicing yoga in 1999 because it was a way to be a better person. Yoga is the about creating freedom that begins within, which can then be shared outwardly with others.   
When we began, yoga was not really mainstream, but we saw as a way to help others by becoming better ourselves,” says Sarah.

Since Colin and Sarah opened their first studio in 11 years ago, the interest in yoga has grown. It is recognized for its therapeutic benefits for the body, mind, and spirit.
“Businesses are seeing it as a way to increase productivity and happiness in the workplace.  Sports teams recognize the benefits of yoga in offsetting injury and impro…

It's a Practice. Never Perfect.

Perfect Storm

In the world of risk management and strategy, the term "perfect storm" describes the coming together of a rare combination of circumstances that will aggravate a situation drastically.  The term is also used to describe an actual phenomenon that happens to occur in such a confluence, resulting in an event of unusual magnitude.

According to the all seeing eye, Wikipedia, the Oxford English Dictionary has published references going back to 1718, it was used to describe a "perfect storm" of applause. It can be used in all manner of situations from weather to war.

The Pink Flamingo in a Brown Duck Pond is the story of a perfect storm. It is my story, and I am the perfect storm. Perfect storms build over a period of time and they erupt all the time.  Watch the news.  Political conflicts that break out have been building over generations and generations.   Each person is a storm brewing, because each person is a confluence of events tha…

Be Brave.

"You can be amazing, you can turn a phrase in to a weapon or drug, you can be the outcast or be the backlash of some body's lack of love, or you can start speaking up." - Sara Bareilles - Brave  Today I had a conversation with a friend about feeling lost. We said sometimes you just have to follow the path, and that it's OK to not know the path. We talked about what it would be like if we clipped the threads that sometimes feel like they tie us down.

It's hard to take a chance. It's hard to take a leap of faith. It's hard to not know where you are going.  It's hard not to have an acceptable title in a society that places more value on the title than the person.

This brings me back to my quest for goal-less-ness.  I believe in my heart of hearts that we have learned to behave to the point where we have lost our ability to be brave and I believe that our goal addiction is one of the contributors.

In my life as a corporate planner, I became very good a…

My body, my brand.

I am 52 and this is my body, my brand.
I am a business woman, a grandmother, a wife,  and so much more.

When you look at me, you might see these things, but you have no idea who I am.
You only see what your own perceptions can perceive.

When I look in the mirror, I see things.
Tracks of my life etched in my skin.

Things that are hidden from your view.
Things are are not acceptable to the naked eye.
Things that bear witness to my experiences. Things that would make you look away.

You wish I was still the way you remember me,
but that can never be.
I never was that way.
I never was that person.
She was only your reflection.

This body that carries me
carried life, gave birth, battled illness,
lived through disappointment,
struggled to sustain.

That body carried me
from that day to this,
but that body is not me,
just what you see.

My body is stronger than ever before
because of conviction and experience.
That is something I wish you could see.
Instead of wishing I was better,
I w…

The Winged Soul

My grandmother Anne Layton once wrote about being a firefly wherein she told the story of a journey over lands she had never been in her life but could only imagine.  In her time, she could not just google the image, like we can now.  
As she flew over mountains and valleys, her descriptions were vivid and detailed, including the pattern of the lights down below, and the shades of greens and browns that speckled the hill sides.  I always knew she loved to write. She was a member of the Writer's Guild. She wrote and produced plays and never stopped living, until one day.  
When she passed away at the age of 89, I was asked to deliver her eulogy, and that is how I discovered her firefly story.  I remember leading her Eulogy with her very words, "Come fly with me." 
As I told her story from her firefly perspective, it made it easier to accept that we would not see her again in this lifetime, and that she would have to live on in our memories. I remember saying, I can't…

Warrior to a Fault: A Teaching Moment

I got home late yesterday evening at about 8:30 PM after a long day.  I sat down on the couch with my faithful dog Yogi and my husband. It was a bitterly cold day yesterday at -52 degrees Celsius with the wind chill. 
 In Saskatchewan, we always add the wind chill factor because it accurately describes how cold it really is.  Yesterday without the wind, it was -40 degrees Celsius.  There were warnings about travel and skin exposure and risk of skin freezing in less than 5 minutes.  
Let me just say, if you are reading this and you are living in a balmy climate, that is really really cold.  The upside is we get to wear a lot of fashionable layers of clothes, thigh high boots, and Sorels.  Fur hats are a must here in Saskatchewan, and yet we trudge on, fearlessly facing the freezing temperatures that many might imagine as "hell freezing over." 
We lit a wood burning fire and turned on the television while my dog fell asleep with his belly facing the fire and my husband watchi…

Warrior to a Fault: Reflections on 300 hours

I killed that.  I rocked that.  I owned that.  We say those things all the time, and then that energy translates into everything we do.  There is a difference between doing something to the best of one's ability and killing it.  Think about it. Killing it means to end something.  Not a very good Sunday morning thought.

Yesterday was the conclusion of a 300 hour teacher training program at The Bodhi Tree in Regina, that began January 2013.  Over the past year and a 1/4, I have spent a lot of time in yoga classes, practicing and observing.  As I look back now over what I have seen, and personally experienced, my yoga practice has changed.  I no longer want to kill it, or anything for that matter. Yes precision is important on some things but I am not a machine.  There are days when my body just doesn't feel balanced. There are days when my head doesn't know where my feet are. There are days that I just don't care.  
There are many times in life where we are expected to …