2018 Teaching Schedule

MONDAYS
All-Levels Vinyasa
6:30-7:30 AM
Vasu Tribe Studio
www.vasutribe.com
Arbor Street, Hartford, CT
$18 drop-in

Chair Yoga
9:30-10:30 AM
Bolton Senior Center
Notch Road, Bolton, CT
$5 drop-in for any senior (resident or non-resident)

TUESDAYS
Chair Yoga
10:45-11:45 AM
Bloomfield Senior Center
Park Ave, Bloomfield, CT
ongoing 6-week series, contact the Marilyn Michaelson Senior Center to register

All-Levels Vinyasa
5:30-6:30 PM
Tobyoga
www.tobyoga.com
Hartford Turnpike, Vernon, CT
$10 drop-in

WEDNESDAYS
All-Levels Vinyasa
6:30-7:30 AM
Vasu Tribe Studio
www.vasutribe.com
Arbor Street, Hartford, CT
$18 drop-in

Chair Yoga
9:30-10:30 AM
Bolton Senior Center
Notch Road, Bolton, CT
$5 drop-in for any senior (resident or non-resident)

All-Levels Vinyasa
12-1 PM
Vasu Tribe Studio
www.vasutribe.com
Arbor Street, Hartford, CT
$10 drop-in

All-Levels Vinyasa
5:30-6:30 PM
Tobyoga
www.tobyoga.com
Hartford Turnpike, Vernon, CT
$10 drop-in

THURSDAYS
Chair Yoga
9:00-10:00 AM
Rose Commons
Hartford Turnpike, Vernon, CT
$5 drop-in for anyone (resident or non-resident, senior or non-senior)

FRIDAYS
All-Levels Vinyasa
6:30-7:30 AM
Vasu Tribe Studio
www.vasutribe.com
Arbor Street, Hartford, CT
$18 drop-in

Chair Yoga
9:30-10:30 AM
Bolton Senior Center
Notch Road, Bolton, CT
$5 drop-in for any senior (resident or non-resident)

All-Levels Vinyasa
12-1 PM
Vasu Tribe Studio
www.vasutribe.com
Arbor Street, Hartford, CT
$10 drop-in

Teaching Updates!

Exciting news! Starting on May 3, our Wednesday night class at Tobyoga will move up a half hour to hopefully accommodate more yogis. Class will run from 5:30-6:30 PM and is still $10 everyday.

I’ve also begun teaching chair yoga to a tremendous group of senior yogis at the Bloomfield Senior Center. If you live in or around Bloomfield, check the class out! It runs Tuesday mornings from 10:45-11:45 AM.

I’ll see you on your mats and in your chairs!

Shift

To say that 2016 was a year of change for me would be an incredible understatement. After ten years working in higher education, running professional art galleries, I decided to leave my job and find my bliss.

One morning, while I was still working my full-time job, I woke up after having a vivid dream that I had a business teaching paddleboard yoga.  I couldn’t shake the memory of the dream, and more I thought about it, the more it became an actual real-life goal. Continue reading →

Just Lovely

Last night Andrea and I dropped in on a yoga class at our old favorite, South Windsor Yoga Studio. Back about a hundred years ago we were SWYS regulars. We both went for a few years and then things happened, we both got married, one of us had babies, and we both stopped going. Andrea had been going to SWYS on and off, but I hadn’t been there since… hmm, probably since 2000, maybe 1999. Long time. We sort of both lost track of our class at Lotus Yoga. As much as we liked it, the day wasn’t working and we wanted something different so when Andrea suggested we drop in at SWYS on Monday night, I said sure. And all I can say is that it was like going home.

Honestly, it was surreal. The studio has changed very little, and Paul and Sydney, the couple who own the studio, they’re still teaching the classes. For me the sound of Paul’s voice, the flow of the postures, the method, the whole thing, it was like having deja vu for an hour and a half. It was wonderful. My brain stopped, my body relaxed, and I enjoyed every second I was there.

We both floated out to the car and then, if we weren’t happy enough already, we stopped at Rita’s on the way home. I got a mango ice with vanilla custard and ‘Nilla Wafer Blendini and… yum. Unfortunately I was expecting to be blown away by some amazing, fabulous, never before experienced ice cream glory based on the things I’d heard people say about Rita’s, and because of that I was a little disappointed. It was good, don’t get me wrong, and I’d leave the computer right now to go get another one if you asked me to, but if you offered me a Blizzard from Dairy Queen or a Blendini from Rita’s, I’d have to take the Blizzard. We took our not-Blizzards-but-still-yummy Blendinis home to Andrea’s where we sat on the couch and watched Dancing with the Stars together. It was delightful.

Next week we plan to do the same. I’m not sure if we’ll go to Rita’s, but I guarantee there will be ice cream in there somewhere. Then we’ll watch the final DWTS of the season and one of us (or both of us) will cry because she’s rooting for Jason and I’m rooting for Christian. At least there will be ice cream.

Ow.

Last week, Andrea and I switched from our nice, relaxing kripalu yoga class to an intense vinyasa (flow) class that one person cutely referred to last night as “hot and spicy” and which my sister referred to as “yoga of death”. Where the kripalu class was like a relaxing retreat, the vinyasa class is like boot camp. Last week was tough, but I felt great as I left. I felt strong and a little sore, but a good sore. My abs were aching, my arms were tired, I wasn’t sure I could walk out, my legs felt so loose, but I recovered in a couple of days. It hurt to laugh or pull a sweater over my head, but as the days went on, I got beyond that. Or so I thought.

Class begins with some serious ab workouts and by the third pose last night, I was done for. My abs were screaming. I was in agony, wishing I was home on the couch, drinking tea instead of in class with my feet in the air doing crunches. I hated the instructor (no, not really, she’s so sweet, but freakishly STRONG with an impossible endurance). I spent the rest of the hour and a half class feeling like a weak, uncoordinated sissy. We flowed up, we flowed down, we twisted and lunged, we bent and tripped (oh, no, that was just me). We spent so long in down dog, I thought my arms would collapse. I almost needed help putting my coat on when I left. I staggered out to my car hoping to make it home before I fell asleep. Man! That was a tough class. I was glad to hear my sister say the same thing, I’m not the only sissy.

This morning I’m still exhausted. What does it say when a workout makes you want to sleep for twelve hours? I suppose it says that I’m out of shape! That’s probably true, and as tired as I am, and as tough as it was to hold my coffee cup this morning with my limp, shaky arms, I still can’t wait to go back next week.