KimberlyElyHomes

Why Meditation Enhances My Yoga Practice

When I Learned About Meditation When I first took my yoga teacher training, I was amazed to learn that most of yoga is about meditation. WHAT?! Lots of my students, including me, envision yoga as a list of poses or postures. "Make this weird shape with your body." "Hold this position." "Breathe while you try this." "Transition from this…...

Why Meditation Enhances My Yoga Practice When I Learned About Meditation When I first took my yoga teacher training, I was amazed to learn that most of yoga is about meditation. WHAT?! Lots of my students, including me, envision yoga as a…

I Hated Being a Beginner—Here’s What Happened When I Didn’t Quit

do you know how to start something? I hate being a beginner.I hate failing.And I especially hate the stretch of time where you’re trying something new and everyone—including you—can tell you’re sucking at it. I’ve always blamed boredom for why I quit. Practice feels tedious. Repetition drains me. But now that I’ve forced myself to stay in the awkward, uncomfortable beginner phase, I’m starting to question that story....

I Hated Being a Beginner—Here’s What Happened When I Didn’t Quit do you know how to start something? I hate being a beginner.I hate failing.And I especially hate the stretch of time where you’re trying something new and everyone—including you—can tell you’re suc…

The Healing Power of Storytelling: Grief, Memory, and the Stories We Carry

On listening, loss, and the quiet moments when pain becomes meaning It is my firm belief that we hold stories like talismen. Our memories are coins in our pockets to rub together when we're lonely, softened by time. My coins are stories about my grandmother, about the last time I saw her before she died. I can't remember most of that day, so I hold onto half-memories I've peppered with my imagination....

The Healing Power of Storytelling: Grief, Memory, and the Stories We Carry On listening, loss, and the quiet moments when pain becomes meaning It is my firm belief that we hold stories like talismen. Our memories are coins in our pockets to rub together when we’re l…