I’ve always had a soft spot for the Charlie Brown kind of Christmas tree. I love the simple beauty, the frailty; the vulnerability. It melts my heart with it’s imperfections. It makes me feel sweet, open, tender and alive, much like a deep heart opening yoga class. It’s in that space I…(Read More)
As the semester draws to a close, I’ve found myself struggling to find stability and balance. The mountain of work that has been piling up has, despite my best efforts to wish it away, failed to magically disappear. Recent and impending travel has left me feeling frenzied, disoriented, and out of my routine. And…(Read More)
If you’ve made your way around the studio in recent months you’ll notice a new and very exciting addition, a stall bar. This structure resembles a wide ladder and offers bars at various heights used for countless strength and flexibility exercises within moderation. Remember – never push your body into a stretch its resisting…(Read More)
The recent Halloween and Day of the Dead celebrations have me in a festive mood, yes, but yoga can offer some easy comparisons to what makes us cringe. Are you afraid of the Intermediate class? I’m here to tell you you don’t have to be scared. First, as the teacher of Thursday’s…(Read More)
Create space. In my own yoga practice in recent weeks, this simple, repeated instruction has resonated strongly. Each time I step upon my mat, I dedicate the next hour and fifteen minutes to trying to achieve more space in every way that I can. In my spine, by striving towards that one extra inch in…(Read More)
In about three weeks (actually more like twenty days, but hey who’s counting), I will be en route to Austin, Texas, where I will begin my Level Two training. For those of you not privy to the Baron lingo, Level Two is the second part of the training for Baptiste Yoga—the notoriously hard…(Read More)
Taking on a new challenge. We’ve all been there. It’s not always easy to push yourself to try something new. Especially when that something is often referred to as a ‘formal self torture routine’ (kidding). Yes, I’m talking about Barre. Not always (never) easy, but I have to admit, I’m in…(Read More)
In 2009 I went for a run in the rain and felt my hip tear as I kicked up clumps of mud in Central Park. I kept going. I saw numerous turnoffs but wanted to be sure to complete ‘the route’ before heading home. I limped into my apartment, flushed with endorphins, and happily popped…(Read More)
So I’m cheating a little bit because the end of the 40 days program is technically tomorrow, but it’s Yoga Tuesday here on hnwcassandra, so deal. It’s been a long, crazy journey to get here. Immediate thoughts? I feel good, internet. Physically good. I crave my practice more then ever. I feel…(Read More)
I’m doing a fruit fast this week, internet, and as it stands right now, I would shank somebody for a slice of pizza. I said it. Little Miss Yogi can’t do this anymore. I’m freaking out, man. I’M FREAKING OUT. How long have I been on this horrific fruit fast, you…(Read More)