Two Years In.

Today is the second anniversary of the first day I stepped onto a yoga mat - July 21, 2009.

In the two years that have followed those first timid steps, I have learned a great deal about myself, my place in this world, and this amazing practice that we call yoga. 

Here are twenty-four of those lessons, one for each month of my practice:

In order to love the world, you first need to love yourself.

Fear is an ineffective use of this moment. 

It takes a lot of falls to learn to fly. 

A grateful heart is a calm heart. 

When we let go of the pressure to be perfect, we find the freedom to be happy.

We all have "stuff" to deal with. Pigeon helps.

Sometimes, it should be funny. Life, love, and yoga. 

Life is not for the faint of heart. Give it your all.

There is a difference between ambition and goal-setting.

We should look at life from all angles. Truth isn't a vertical concept.

Take child's pose every day. Remember all the places that you came from.

Life sometimes requires us to be fierce.

We live with our choices. Make the warrior's choice.

Balance is about building strong roots, setting boundaries, and being flexible.

Breath keeps us alive without skill. Training our breath makes life bigger, bolder, and better. Start right now. 

Taking a positive perspective changes life. Live every day in up-dog. 

Yoga is about the basics. Spread your fingers wide and find your joy.

The connection between our mind and our body needs nourishment like any other part of us. 

You are definitely stronger than you think you are. 

Stability comes from being grounded. 

Practice is just that. When you fall, dust yourself off, check for injuries, and try again. 

In order to find the beauty in a pose, you have to look inside first.

We are all students. We are all teachers. 

Honor the light within everyone you meet. We need each other. When you say Namaste - mean it.

In love and gratitude to those that have led the way, stood by me, and followed along in this crazy journey on and off the mat,


Many thanks to my husband whose support of my practice includes being a photographer on a chilly night in San Francisco.