By Nancy Phillips
Yoga, Yoga, Yoga…It’s a yoga jungle out there and I am one tree teaching, not preaching. I just realized that those two words are so similar. Pause and breathe.
This is my first time writing on a blog, so a little lightness here. Imagine the feeling of a coiled rope being tied around you getting tighter and tighter and not being able to move. I experienced this sensation a long time ago and my pottery teacher told me this story that has stayed with me. While he was in college he had a severe motorcycle accident. He was unconscious and lost some of his mathematical side of his brain. He couldn’t speak at the time but he could write and he wrote, I am one…and then wrote his name. He inspired me to stop trying to be perfect and experience what I was doing right in the here and now. “Just for a flash,” he would say, “Throw the piece on the ground and create from there.” Ugh, I still have that piece somewhere and I love it. Continue reading
