Monday, October 26, 2015

Off the Mat. On the Water

I'll never forget my first SUPYO class.  First let's just say Yoga never sounded so cool.  Just saying "SUPYO" I felt like a bad ass. SUP means Stand Up Paddle board and of course YO is short for Yoga.

The class was at Wanderlust in Vermont in a lake on Stratton Mountain.  I went with my boyfriend Kyle who was new to Yoga and new to SUP.  I thought I would show him a thing or two as we started out with a Paddle around the lake.  Well let's just say my ego took a dunk as the fin of my board caught a rock and in I went. SUPYO was now just wet Sienna in a lake.

NOW I know this isn't selling SUPYO to many of you.  As from there I have gone paddle boarding on lakes, rivers and of course here in Jamaica on the Ocean.  When the waters are rough it's more like wave riding and body surfing but I love it.

So I finally found the place where SUPYO is meant to be practiced.  At GoldenEye on our beautiful salt water Lagoon.  It's amazing to be on the ocean where the water is flat as glass and our 'wata sports' team has built portable anchors so we can actually have a class with a group.  There is nothing as exciting as balancing on the ocean and standing on water and SUPYO combines the best of both worlds for an exhilarating experience that cannot be replicated back at your home studio or in your living room.  I am so excited to make these classes part of our New Years Revolution Retreat January 5-10, 2016 which is about SO much more than Yoga only.  A Revolution is for the Soul Rebels.  I hope you join me.

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Wednesday, September 9, 2015

I cried in Savasana today

This morning I surrendered on the floor, my legs fell apart, my hands turned open and tears trickled down my face.  The most complete Savasana I have felt in weeks.  Yoga practitioners are not the only ones who understand this feeling.

Corpse pose is felt by the ones who lay in the grass and close their eyes and smile.

Who sit under the stars and watch the sky for signs.

For the lovers in each others arms believing they got it right this time.

Mothers falling asleep with their child in their arms.

The dying who pass with their partner in life holding their hand.

I cried in Savasana today.

It wasn't a cry that had a sound, or sadness attached to it.  It was a release that I didn't realize I was holding, a moment that inspired me to write and transpire.  This isn't about me at all, it is about all of us.  It is about what we are feeling together as we come towards an anniversary that holds extremely potent memories, as we attach our own stories to dates, times, pictures and loss.

So I urge you.  Create the moment where you lay down and surrender.  After a long day at work, after a sweaty session at the gym, after making love, after cooking dinner.

Let yourself surrender.

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

I found my Tribe

We search,

Sometimes all of our lives we search.  Looking for ourselves, looking for love and understanding.  This search goes so much deeper than someone to sleep next to at night.  It remains locked in the fabric of our souls where many of us have lost the thread of our tribe.  I have begun to look in the corners, around the shut doors and into the past of my family to better understand myself.

During my last workshop at Kripalu Yoga center while deep in meditation I received a message to look further into my family history.  To understand my past so I can better know myself.  This journey is exciting and scary...tracing back names thru marriages and deaths to find the source of my purpose sewn into the places of my history.  Cananda. Abenaki. Vermont.  People of the East.

Aha.  There I am. Now I see.  There is a purpose resting and waiting within each of us.  To understand ourselves better so we can do the work we are meant to in the world.  The Gathering Ceremonies of my tribe ring so powerfully true with me that I could collapse in tears of understanding.  The drum is the heartbeat of the this why I feel I understand Jamaica so well.  Another tribe nonetheless, where Pow Wows are called Reasonings, where Native Americans are called Rastafarians, where still the drum is the heart beat of the people.

Thursday, May 7, 2015

My Inner Compass

I used to think my bearings were in my feet, the roots that would never grab a hold.  Then for awhile while giving Thai Massages, well of course in my hands and my ability to feel and heal.  Now I know, my bearings are in my heart.

Trust me I am not trying to get all emotional as I attempt to put words to this feeling I have.  It wasn't until I realized I was trying to hurt myself that this even came to the surface.  By hurt I do not mean cutting or any sort of physical pain.  It was emotional.

Holding onto the past isn't something I am known for, however I do hold onto people.  It's like I cannot let go of the impact they made on me and by removing them out of my life I fear that the person I have become will not be.  Like removing ingredients from a perfect baked good that is left tasting of baking powder and salt.  But I have to start letting THEM go.

You see in this photograph heels are lifted, I am elevating and yet my hands seem to grasp.  In reality it is my heart facing down and pulling me back into a state of perpetual memory.  I know that when resting in memory I cannot awaken to presence.  So wake the fuck up already.

I have my bearings and I am still fighting against it as I dig to find words of pain, photographs and videos that seem to pierce me to the core.  The truth is they aren't even mine.  They don't belong to me they never will.  So I stop grasping.  I peel myself up and I sit still.  The compass within my heart spins, North, South, East, West....just spins until my breath calms....then nothing.  The needle breaks off and I am just here.

Photograph by Susan Currie

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Yoga is my gateway drug to Peace

This morning I felt such heavy energy as a nation mourning the cultural loss of Robin Williams, yesterday morning I felt the heavy energy watching the turmoil and sadness of the situation in Israel, Palestine, Iraq and news of the shooting of Michael Brown.  When I begin my day with the news I can feel the darkness creeping up within me, like an oil spill over my heart.  Thick, dark and heavy the weight of it spills out of my eyes and tears flow as the oil turns to a salty cleansing release.

For me the tears are not enough.  The emotional release feels good. However, my body is still thick and heavy with this dark oily weight deep within.  I step onto my mat and root thru the depth of the earth as I join my teacher Shiva Rea in our Sringara Rasa Sadhana.

Yoga is my gateway drug to peace.

When I escape I go deep within myself, closing my eyes and swimming thru the dark waters of my mind aware how every ripple of breath offers a shimmer of light.  As though I could touch this glistening translucent place within myself.  I leave an imprint of each moment, each breath, each flowing asana I observe the simmer beginning to glisten, then glow...I am igniting the darkness within myself.

Only in Sahaja (free flowing movement) I create a deep release of darkness and sadness.  When I open the gateways of my body I open the walls around my heart.  When I flow with the freedom around me I notice the light within myself.  No matter what your movement alchemy is (running, swimming, dancing, love making....) go there, be there...let that be your gateway to inner peace, light and flowing bliss.


If you are interested in joining this movement alchemy please link Samudra Global Community 

Photo by Susan Currie

Monday, June 23, 2014

Wanderlust without a mat!

This year was my 4th year at Wanderlust Stratton Vermont!  I decided for the first time ever to enjoy the festival without my mat.  The first two years I ran around attending every class I could, squeezing every bit of energy out of my body and loving it.  Last year I taught at the festival and had the opportunity to share a different experience thru the lens of a presenter.  This year I decided to experience the festival without practicing on my mat. I LOVED IT.

Wanderlust is truly an experience for EVERYONE.

I decided to be a true Vermonter and spend as much of the festival enjoying the beautiful mountains.  I loved stand up paddleboard (although my board hit a rock and I ended up falling in the lake and entertaining a group of golfers ;).  Meeting new friends at the farm to table dinner next to the mountain before amazing music and dancing the night away to DJ Drez was the perfect first day.  Saturday/Solstice started with a hike/gondola ride and exploring the mountain before a playful AcroYoga class that made me feel connected without the stresses of where to put my mat down.  Renting bikes and going riding around the Sunbowl was amazing and enjoying the rush flying down the Stratton Access road was a highlight. Wrapping up the perfect day with wine tasting and more amazing music and entertainment.  Sunday wrapped up the weekend with vendor visits and shopping while getting the chance to see old and new friends as we all head off on our own true north until next year.  

This year was by far my favorite.  Sharing an amazing house with friends from all over the world each with their own experience to be had yet enjoying the festival together at different times.  As I prepare to make my move to Jamaica and get ready for my upcoming retreat at Jamaica Inn Hotel in September.  I will be sure to add some Stand UP Paddleboard Yoga to the itinerary and keep the Wanderlust Vibe going as I'll always come back to Wanderlust Stratton Vermont.

Thank you. Namaste.