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    Resistance and Yin Yoga

    Recently I was invited to teach yoga teachers a course on Yin Yoga. I became a yin convert in the year 2013. Being primarily a yoga student who took classes in the “flow” style of yoga, I hadn’t been exposed to anything other than that. I was a runner, a swimmer, a biker and a skier most of my life. Basically, any sport or activity that involved speed and movement I was in!

    As I write this piece, I think back to my life growing up. I come from a competitive family, where family time included lots of games and sports. My folks worked hard and played hard. They taught us the value of “producing.” I didn’t know anything other than that. I began to tie my self-worth to how well I did in school and what place I came in during a swimming competition. I was applauded for how fast I could get down the hill at Boyne Mountain ski area. And there’s nothing wrong with any of these concepts, except if you attach your self-worth to them.

    During the winter of 2013, I attended a yoga workshop at Boulder Hot Springs. The hot springs is located in the beautiful Peace Valley, surrounded by hills and open spaces. There is a sacredness to this place. If you haven’t visited Boulder Hot Springs, you must. It’s magical. I went with my good friend Karen, for she was a student of Charles and Judy from Helena. They are Iyengar teachers who have stayed true to their lineage. I appreciated the discipline and precision which comes along with the Iyengar method of yoga.

    The first day we spent an unbelievable amount of time in Mountain Pose. It felt like hours to this fast-flowing yogini! I remember thinking “when is this going to be over with!” several times during the pose. Gradually, I surrendered my resistance. My body and monkey mind were going crazy, but I also trusted these two teachers. My friend Karen kept looking over at me, with a somewhat worried look on her face!

    In the afternoon of the first day we finally moved from Mountain Pose to some seated postures. Again, no flow, no movement. What was happening here? Was there something other than flow? Why didn’t we practice a vinyasa to get to the floor? Again, I trusted someone other than me.

    A theme was forming here in my mind.

    Trust and surrender.

    My teachers invited us into a supported variation of Janu Shirshasana, head-to-knee pose. I was sitting on the corner of a dark, wool blanket. They gave me a moss colored bolster and two purple blocks with the words “you are going to need these.” The next instruction was to fold over our straight, left leg. I was sitting up on a blanket so that I could rotate my pelvis forward. I was encouraged to place a small towel under my left knee due to the tightness of my hamstring muscles. Thank you years of running with no stretching!

    I had the impression I had been running from many things in my life, not just the road under my feet.

    After what seems like an eternity, I felt the tears begin to roll down my face. Something magical was happening in the back of my left leg. I felt it begin to soften, to let go. And with this surrendering, came freedom! Freedom from tight hamstrings and freedom from limiting beliefs about myself. I tell this story today with a huge soft spot in my heart for these incredible teachers, for they showed me a different way. Did they realize it? I’m pretty sure they did, even though I was too shy and unsure of myself to speak to them about my experience. They silently handed me a Kleenex to sop up my tears that were puddling on my yoga mat under my face. Was my head on my knee like the pose suggested? No, but it was closer than it had ever been before. I was closer to something magical.

    Today, 5 years later I teach Yin Yoga, the practice of quiet power. Was the term Yin Yoga ever mentioned at this Iyengar workshop? No. But I began my journey of this new style of yoga on my own. I researched and read all I could about long held postures.

    What I discovered was this may be the “original” style of yoga.

    The type of yoga asana that is written about in the Hatha Yoga Pradipika and the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali is very yin in nature. Feminine, dark, yielding and cold. We are learning how to establish a comfortable and steady seat for the practice of meditation. Since most of the population of the West sits on furniture this comfy seat is challenging. Tight hips, challenged knee joints and ankles that don’t move are common among us Westerners.

    I consider myself to be a reformed resistor.

    Once in a while I catch myself resisting an idea, a dogma, a style of yoga. Now I trust myself. Those teachers opened the doorway to something magical, healing and liberating. I am now a certified yin instructor because I believe in the incredible benefits we receive from slowing down and turning inward.

    Not to mention it feels fantastic to have hamstrings that do not resemble guitar strings!

    Martha will be teaching another Yin Yoga workshop in Missoula, MT. You can read about and register for this workshop on the trainings/workshop page.


    The Red Hat

    It was a few days after Christmas and I received a notice from the post office that a package was waiting for me. The notice arrived on a particularly snowy Wednesday afternoon. So snowy in fact that I thought twice about driving the 12 miles into town to pick it up. It was from my sister-in-law. It had been almost 13 years since my brother Jon had passed away, but I didn’t find it unusual that she was sending me something. We were still close, as close as sisters, able to talk about anything with one another.

    I knew that she had sifted through some of my brother’s memorabilia. She was moving from the house that she had shared with Jon and their daughter, Martha. She was moving on, retiring, and moving into a home with her partner Andy. A couple of months back we had chatted about a box full of old slides, pictures of times long ago that she had found in the basement. Jon loved taking photographs and as I pulled them from the box I realized that here on the table was a trip down memory lane.


    As the snow continued to fall I settled in with a glass of red wine and dinner bubbling away on the stove. I found an envelop marked “these are the oldest!” so I started there. I held each one up to the light shining over my dining room table. There was a picture of me, floating in our swimming pool, on a styrofoam surfboard with my dog Fritz. I took a deep breath as the memories flooded my mind. I allowed myself to feel, to smell, to touch the sensations that came with that one slide.

    In the box were pictures of my ancestors. Great-grandparents that I had never met. I studied their faces, trying to picture what kind of life they had lived. Long dresses, button up shoes and an artists easel. I can only imagine as the stories of their lives died long ago with so many family members. I wondered what I had inherited from them. Personality traits, traumas, gifts and pain from long ago that had unknowingly been passed down from them to me. I often wonder about that sort of thing.


    A picture of my dad from his high school graduation was also in the memory box. I haven’t seen my dad in a few years because of a mis-understanding, a hurt that I know is still present in my heart. We talk from time to time but the phone calls are really about surface stuff. The weather is always a safe subject, void of memories and pain. I suddenly realize that I am ready to heal those hurts. I don’t want to pass on any of my suffering to my children. I want to pass on my joy.

    The one item that caused me to gasp was this red hat. My brother Jon wore this hat, a lot. He paired it with a grey jacket that had pink fleece on the inside. I miss him, especially this time of year. He would give silly gifts, antique store treasures. A dinner plate that had the “1960” calendar on it was one of the gifts I received.  I was born in 1960 and I have used that plate so much that the gold lettering is now fading. My memories of him aren’t. He was a gift, a treasure to me. He was my soulmate. He still is, from a place far beyond. A place that we can only imagine.



    Joy – Is it attainable today?

    It’s the season of holidays and dark, long nights. I am writing this piece just before the winter solstice and in Montana where I live the sun will set at 4:49 pm and will reappear at 8:17 am. Even at 9:30 in the morning I have a candle burning next to me, shedding a bit of warmth and light as I contemplate my angel card of the day, “JOY”. It’s a silly little daily habit I have – the picking of the angel card.  

    As I read the card my sarcastic side came alive! I actually spoke out loud to no one in particular “Oh sure – the environment is a mess, our health care system is broken and it’s raining and 36 degrees!

    And I pick JOY?”

    When faced with these types of dilemmas my go-to is to google the word in question. What is the definition of JOY? 

    A feeling of great pleasure and happiness

    Ok. I get it. Do things that are pleasurable and happy. My curious nature takes over at this point. Like all of you I have daily habits. Some of them are supportive of my well being (joyful) and some of them aren’t (agonizing, sad and disappointing). Activities like meditating and daily stretches, being in nature, and my morning cup of coffee invite in joy. Getting lost in face book land and checking my emails 1,000 times a day evoke disappointment. I have found that the supportive activities lead to feelings of joyfulness, peace and calm. The obsessive checking of emails bring about feelings of “I am not enough-ness”, sluggishness and worry.
    I realize the feelings of not enough-ness or anxiety or obsessive and spinning thoughts are the remnents of trauma. I also realize that taking good care of myself and doing something I love everyday are signs of health and wellness. They are signs of feeling worthy of experiencing JOY. And joy is attainable for everyone. Actually, it is your birthright.
    Can I ask you to do a relatively simple exercise?  I’m saying “relatively simple” because I think so many of us have forgotten what it feels like to connect with what feels good. Write down 3 things that you LOVE to do. That’s it. Just write them down and notice how you feel looking at the words. Maybe even visualize the activity in your mind. Take a few deep breaths and soak it up into every nook and cranny of your being. Breathe into your heart. It is your birthright to feel JOY.
    If you are at a point in your life where things aren’t going so great I understand. I’ve been there. It’s the holidays after all and life can feel overwhelming and sad. Joy seems like it is a million miles away. My holiday wish for you is to feel joy. Even if it is for 10 seconds. That is where it all begins.

    Allow yourself to open your heart and feel JOY.

    The author lives in Stevensville, MT with her husband and is mom to a scruffy little terrier and grandma to 3 pitbulls.




    Aging Gracefully

    I remember when the AARP invitation came in the mail for me. I thought they had the wrong address and name. I was feeling great! I wasn’t getting old!  When I crossed the street I was skipping and holding myself upright.


    The definition of elderly is “past one’s prime”. I was just reaching my prime. My life is full, joyful and pain free. What have I done to embrace this process of aging? Like so many of you my life has had many pitfalls. I’ve watched my mom succumb to Parkinson’s Disease and two of my siblings fall to cancer in their early 50’s. There were plenty of reasons for me to just give up. But I kept going and like so many of you I had soon realized that “yoga saved my life”.

    I’m going to ask you to surrender the common images and beliefs of aging and open yourself up to the reality of aging gracefully. Stepping into Wisdom: The Art and Science of Gentle Yoga for Health and Longevity is coming to Bozeman next week and I will be co-teaching these workshops with Nancy Ruby. This series is open to yoga teachers and practitioners alike and I invite you to join us. Informative and engaging, you will leave feeling hopeful and appreciative of the aging process. You will stock your toolbox full of goodies.

    According to the AARP in 2012, less than 20% of the U.S. population was over 60 years old. But by 2050, people over age 60 are expected to account for 25-29% of the U.S. population. We are living longer but are we living fully? If you are a yoga teacher this is great news! This can be a huge source of joy for you. I have been the witness to students getting stronger and more joyful after teaching gentle yoga for 8 years. I frequently shed a tear or two after a student tells me “I can be on the floor playing with my grandchildren!”

    Some of the key pieces in remaining active and engaged in life are strength, flexibility, balance and equanimity and if we aren’t actively working on these the probability of not enjoying your life is much greater. Here is a rundown on workshops available to you beginning Thursday November 9 and continuing through November 12.

    Thursday 8:00 – 12:00
    Introduction – What is Aging?, What is Healthy Aging? and How Yoga supports Strength
    Practice: Gentle Yoga for Strength

    Thursday 1:00 – 5:00 
    The importance of Flexibility
    Practice: Gentle Yoga for Flexibility

    Friday 8:00 – 12:00
    How Yoga Helps Balance
    Practice: Gentle Yoga for Balance

    Friday 1:00 – 5:00
    Aging and Agility
    Practice: Gentle Yoga for Agility

    Saturday 8:00 – 12:00
    How aging affects heart and brain health
    Practice: Gentle Yoga for your Heart and Brain 

    Saturday 1:00 – 5:00
    Managing Stress with Yoga, Understanding the Relaxation Response, Yoga and Pain Management
    PracticeGentle Yoga for Equanimity

    Sunday 8:00 – 1:00  For Teachers only
    Launching Gentle Yoga for Health and Longevity
    Designing, Promoting, and Teaching your 6 – 8 week Specialty Course.

    We have room for a few more in each of these classes and I invite you on this journey of self-discovery and aha moments. I will be offering various meditations to open you up to the joy of living. There will be lecture time and time for breathing and postures. It’s essentially a retreat – for YOU!

    Martha has been blessed with the opportunity to share gentle yoga with her students in the Bitterroot Valley and Anchorage, AK. She also steps into the role of “clean-up gal” for her husband Brad’s contracting business.img_3295

    Study, Practice, Learn and Share

    I haven’t always been a good student. I didn’t get the highest grades in my graduating class of 1979. I just simply wasn’t into school. There were so many other interesting activities out there – like parties, drinking alcohol, staying out late and joy riding in my car. I guess you could call these distractions “education” too!

    And then I stepped onto a yoga mat. The timing was perfect – as it always is when you are ready and open.

    This is when my education began in earnest. I began learning about myself. Subjects like stretching, strengthening and breathing lit the fire in my belly. I fell in love with the yoga and couldn’t wait to go to my next class.

    You know you are really “into it” when you begin buying books on yoga, watching movies about yoga, talking about yoga and breathing yoga. I studied the history of yoga. I read about the gurus and sages of yoga. I dove into anatomy books like I was just waking up to the fact that I had a physical body!

    Then I began to travel to be in the room with the yogis whom I respected.  And after practicing with some really influential yogis and being in their physical presence I stepped onto the path of becoming a formal student. Maybe I too could share my love of yoga.  I could teach.

    As a teacher of yoga, certification in hand, and good intentions in my heart I truly thought the education part of my journey was complete. Boy was I wrong! I opened a yoga studio so people in the valley where I live could have a space to practice. I placed another certificate of learning in a frame and hung it on my wall. And another. I just couldn’t get enough.

    And then the day came about a year ago where I carefully closed the books on meditation, yoga and breathing. I stopped traveling. I ceased going to group classes and cut back on my teaching schedule.

    I was finally ready to learn from myself.  I learned about habits that weren’t serving me. I studied my emotions and what was lying underneath them. I studied my breath and my relationship with others. And I discovered that I was my own best teacher.

    I had a dedicated meditation practice that was serving me well. I studied my own breathing rather than reading about someone else’s breathing. I got on my mat – some days I didn’t even stand up. I just rolled around and experimented with different movements and stretches. I was learning from myself because I was my best teacher.

    Where am I now? I am teaching again in the valley where I live. I am teaching other students who want to become yoga teachers too. And I’m still talking about, reading and listening to all things yoga.

    I’ve stepped onto the path to receive another certification of becoming a meditation teacher. I just couldn’t help myself!

    YogaMotion has so many opportunities for growth from workshops to trainings, online or in a group setting. When you are ready for the next step on your path visit




    Deep Listening

    As a member of the  collective of women on the path of yoga and self-transformation I am dedicated to supporting our values at the YogaMotion Academy.  This is the beauty that I volunteered to write about:

    We actuate deep listening and conscious communication.

    In this day and age we have different forms of communications. Text messages, face book messaging, emails, phone calls, face time, Zoom, Skype, face to face and this isn’t even including the conversations you have with yourself! It’s exhausting!

    As  I sit at my computer to write about deep listening and conscious communication I am being met head on with my own challenges with conscious communication. I know that I am good with this when I am in the teachers seat, leading a group of yogis through breath work, asana or meditation. But I do have a hard time with it when I’m having a conversation with friends and family members.

    Is it possible that we are not pausing before we engage in day to day conversations?  My guess is probably! We live in a world of to-go meals, coffee on the run, deadlines and running the kids to soccer games and school events. Is the lack of mindfulness contributing to so many of our worldly issues? Isn’t this what we are really talking about? What would the world be like if we all just chilled out a bit and took 3 deep breaths?

    In the YogaMotion Academy we take pride in motivating our students to listen deeply to their own hearts. Through connection with ourselves we become more effective in communicating with our community. It is from this passion that we share the yoga. It does begin with the breath moving through us and around us that we are able to listen deeply to ourselves. As a teacher at the Academy my intention as I step into my role is to teach from a place of inner knowing. When we speak from our hearts it is more likely that whoever we are talking to will be more apt to listen. There is a certain type of energy that fills the space when someone is speaking from their hearts. I think I’ll try it in my own day to day interactions.


    As you sit with yourself and absorb these writings please be gentle. Take a mental note as you move through your day. Are you listening deeply? From this place of deep listening do you feel closer to the person you are communicating with?

    Through honesty, consciousness and listening deeply we pave the road to peace. 

    Even if it is a text message or an email please take a deep breath during your reading of the message. Before you push SEND take a breath. Is this really what you are wanting to say? 

    Through my process of writing I have discovered:

     Like Peanut Butter and Jelly

    Deep Listening and Conscious Communication go hand in hand.



    Sleepless in Stevensville

    As I sit at my dining room table and look out my windows, surveying the “view” I have been wondering about the effect of fire season 2017 has on my nervous system.

    My asana practice has been very limited this summer. I neither have the energy or desire to engage in a strong physical sequences of poses. Rather, I have spent time on my mat doing gentle stretches to ease stressful feelings. I have also enjoyed deepening my meditation practice. It seems to be the one aspect of yoga that invites a sense of peace and calm. And at times that elusive joyfulness. And isn’t that wonderful. After 6 plus weeks of a challenging summer I am incredibly grateful for my meditation.

    One of my favorite meditations at this point is acknowledging the fact that I am breathing. Dropping into my breath does create a sense of calm. I feel our nervous systems have been in the “on” position for several weeks. This means that the stress hormones of cortisol and adrenaline are being produced by the adrenal glands. When we step outside the air quality is challenging our breathing, making it shallow. That fact alone triggers your stress response. Another stressful part of the fire season is the sight of helicopters as well as the sound that the blades make as they sluice through the smoky air.

    Itchy eyes, runny noses and scratchy throats are symptoms many valley residents are experiencing. Personally, I haven’t had a good night’s sleep for about 4 nights. Last night I decided to get out of bed, sit on my couch and do a breathing meditation. Here is what it looked like:

    Step One.  Get comfortable and place one hand on my belly and one hand in the center of my chest.

    Step Two.  Feeling my body expanding and contracting with the inhalations and exhalations.  Belly, ribs and chest rising and falling.

    Step Three. I took my awareness behind my sternum, deep into my body close to the spine. This is my heart space. The place where love resides. Breathing into this space.

    Step Four: As I breathe in and out I simply became aware of emotions that were residing in my heart. These emotions included: Relief, sorrow, peacefulness, anger, happiness, comfort. (No wonder I wasn’t sleeping)

    Step Five: Simply be with these sensations.

    Step Six: Turning off the stress response and turning on relaxation response means climbing back into bed and falling peacefully asleep.

    Thank you Breath.

    Give it a try next time you find yourself Sleepless in Stevensville. 


    The Breathing Project – A Lunch & Learn Event

    I find myself feeling overwhelmed. With out of town guests, laundry piling up and a lawn that needs attention I return to my best friend, my breath. I notice it has become short and shallow which only increases my feelings of smothering under the weight of responsibilities. It’s time for a spoonful of my own medicine. I’ve been teaching about the breath since becoming a yoga teacher 7 years ago. But it wasn’t until a year ago that I seriously began looking at my breath.

                                                  Healing is every breath.” ~Thich Nhat Hanh

    I step away from my computer, the dirty laundry and my guests. I lie face down with my arms crossed so I can rest my head on them. I begin to feel my belly connecting to the earth beneath me. Within 30 seconds I am reminded of the reality that I am enough.

    A couple of minutes has now passed and I turn over and spread my arms out like wings. With my inhalation I imagine I am breathing in through my right palm and out through my left palm. My breaths turns around magically at my heart center. This feels wonderful.  I am reminded that I am living an authentic life and the little details of being a human will work themselves out. No reason to get so anxious.  Then my attention turns to the soles of my feet where I feel the breath flowing in, and back out again at the crown of my head. I feel connected to a greater source of energy.

    Once you enter the stillness of the breath you get a glimpse of what is really happening, not some made up version of life slamming you up against the wall. It’s comforting to know that you have the power to heal yourself, whether it be anxiety, depression or simply feelings of overwhelm. Your body, mind and breath are intimately connected and can influence each other.  In this Lunch & Learn workshop we will look at common challenges we all face and how to apply breath awareness to return to our center. Breath awareness is a wonderful doorway into meditation. And meditation is the best way I know of to manage stress.

    In this day long retreat there will be movement to help release tension from your body, breathing practices that you can use at home, a delicious lunch which will be prepared with love by our chef Janice.  This will be a day of relaxation and renewal – for YOU!

    Through my work with the Chopra Center in Carlsbad CA, studying with Erich Schiffmann and most importantly my work with myself I have discovered inner peace and calm.

     “For breath is life, and if you breathe well you will live long on earth.” ~Sanskrit proverb

    If you find yourself in Bozeman on August 17 I would love to have you join me. Grab a friend, drive on over (it’s only 4 hours) spend the night on the 16th and enjoy a full day of relaxing and restoring yourselves. Us the link to register for this one day event.


    The Breathing Experience

    It begins the moment you are born. You become a breather. Without even being aware, your journey on this earth begins. The journey will be filled with joy, sadness, excitement, pain, sorrow and contentment. The first breath of oxygen happens about 10 seconds after delivery. Your lungs have been filled with amniotic fluid, until the umbilical cord is severed. And then the magical journey begins.

    Up until about 8 years ago I never even thought about breathing.  And then I ran into a bump in the road. I had a traumatic experience in 1985 and until about 2002 I was doing okay. But then something shifted, as it always does. I started experiencing anxiety, high blood pressure and depression. I did like so many other people do. I sought help from an allopathic doctor. I hadn’t begun my yoga journey yet so I all I knew about was western medicine. And much to my surprise my choice in doctors brought me to a woman who was trained in both western medicine and Ayurveda, the sister science to yoga. She had just started dabbling in Ayurveda.  She was instrumental in pointing me in the direction of yoga.

    I began working on physical postures, still without much thought about breathing. Through the postures I began to release tension in my body/mind/spirit. And it wasn’t until I entered yoga teacher training that I thought about my breath.  Read The Cosmic Breath here.  I have learned so much about how I can heal through the breath and after studying my breath for the last year or so I am now sharing with others.

    It’s not quite like taking a pill to “fix” the challenges you may be facing in your life. But it’s almost that quick. With the study of your breath you aren’t fixing yourself, but rather  entering into a state of wellness and healing. I’m not going to tell you it’s easy but by placing yourself in a safe space, at the right time, you too can heal by studying your breath. I no longer have high blood pressure or depression. And when I do begin to feel that old anxious feeling in my gut it doesn’t take me long to come back to my center through connecting with my breath.

    Your breath is your friend. It can tell you so much about yourself in a compassionate and kind way. It will show you how beautiful life can be. It’s always there too. You can spend 5 minutes just to check in with yourself. A handy way to see if you are doing okay.

    Let’s start right now. You and me together. Let’s take a big inhale and then let the breath go. Go ahead. Do this a few times. You can inhale through the nose and let the breath escape out of your mouth. You may even make a sighing sound. Good. Now don’t you feel calmer?

    Join me at Sweet Zenith in Bozeman, MT for a day long journey into your breath. We’ll do it together. The space is safe and has a healing vibe to it.

    For today, I invite you to watch my favorite TED Talk with Max Strom.

    And then register for my Lunch and Learn: The Breathing Project.


    Yours in Peace,



    The Cosmic Breath

    The Cosmic Breath

    I remember quite vividly my first experience with my breath, or should I say the breath of another.  I had enrolled in the first of many yoga teacher trainings. When you study the art of yoga you quite often work with partners. This particular exercise concerned the breath. We were to watch our fellow yogin breathing. They would be laying on their back and all we had to do is watch them breathe. My initial thoughts were “this is going to be easy”. It wasn’t. I became unglued. Now up until this time I had been breathing, everyday for 49 years, without a thought, curiosity or wonder about my breath. I guess you could say I took it for granted. My body was just doing it and I didn’t have to worry about it. I could check it off my list of things to do. But as I sat alongside my new friend and observed her breathing I became aware of the immensity, the enormity and intense beauty of the breath.

    The air I am breathing was exhaled in ecstasy by an ancient sun.

    At the time I had this deep feeling that I standing on the edge of something. But before I could dive into this unimaginable abyss there were some tensions that had been lurking in my body, mind and spirit. And I needed to attend to them. Now this isn’t a story I tell very often and the energy of vulnerability is rising to the surface even as I sit in my favorite space on a snowy May Montana morning. I am cuddled up in my favorite snugly blanket. I need these comforts around me as I delve into the story of the breath.

    This earth I am standing on was born of cosmic fire.

    It was December 1985 and a snowy, cold Michigan morning, one week before Christmas. The excitement of the holidays was apparent among the decorations, the smell of baking and the love I carried in my heart for my family. On this particular morning my 21 month old daughter was asleep in her crib and across the hall our baby was also asleep in her little bed. I awoke with a start, looked at the clock next to my bed and it was 7:30 am. My husband and I hadn’t slept that late for close to 2 years. Very quickly the feeling of dread came over me and as it did I jumped out of bed, ran down the hallway and into my daughter’s room. She was dead at 3 months of age.

    The blood flowing through my veins was as salty as the primordial ocean.

    Back to yoga training. As I sat next to my friend and watched her breathing, eyes closed, the image of my beautiful daughter flooded my memory. You could say that this was the first of many openings into the trauma of losing a child. I am forever grateful for the opportunities for growth this experience brought me and for the care and loving attention of my yoga teacher.

    The space permeating my body is infinite as the space all around.

    There is something magical about the breath and I have spent the last year with mine. I have studied the rhythms, the flow, and the jerkiness of breath permeating my body. I have come to know that it was way more powerful than I ever could have imagined. It is the doorway into infinity. It is the doorway into beauty, into life, into a deep inner knowing that you are an energetic mystical being.

    Above, below, to all sides, within, the elements of the universe are engaged in their ceremony of delight.

    At the age of 56 I am now inviting my students into this discovery of who they are. I am inviting them to bask in their infinite beauty through their connection with the breath.

     My daughter’s breath and the breath of so many loved ones has joined with the cosmic breath and often I am touched by a light breeze that feels so familiar.

    This is my religion. The attraction between suns is the same as the love pulsating in my heart.

                                                                                                    Yukti verse 34 of the Radiance Sutras


    Martha is a student of Nancy Ruby, Erich Schiffmann, Dr Deepak Chopra and Lorin Roche, PhD who translated the Radiance Sutras, among the many other radiant beings who continue to touch her so deeply.