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A Simple Offering
Don’t hold yourself back from your dreams. Like a baby heron watching her parents fly away from the nest each day, dreaming of the day she would take flight, let the baby heron fly.
Asteya: The Practice of Enough
There’s a misconception that stealing refers to taking only material things (or opportunities that may lead to material success)—i.e. taking things like money, objects, and other possessions that don’t belong to you. This leads us into our discussion on Asteya, which is the third Yama (ethical restraint) presented in the eightfold path of yoga (as described by Patanjali’s Yoga sutras). In this philosophy, Asteya challenges us to expand our understanding of what it actually means to steal.
Your Mind is Not Always Telling You the Truth
Satya, or truthfulness, is one of the Yamas in yoga philosophy—guiding principles for how we interact with ourselves and the world. But what does truth actually mean when our minds are full of conditioned patterns, habitual thoughts, and ingrained beliefs? What if the thoughts we accept as truth are simply well-worn neural pathways rather than reality?
Living Truthfully: The Practice of Satya
Satya, or truthfulness, is one of the five Yamas in Patanjali’s Eight Limbs of Yoga. The Yamas are thought of as ethical guidelines—ways of being that help us live in harmony with ourselves and the world around us. Satya asks us to be honest in our thoughts, words, and actions—to live in alignment with what is real and authentic. It encourages us to see things as they are, rather than as we wish them to be, and to express our truth in a way that is kind, clear, and aligned with our highest self.
The Seeds of Ahimsa: How Yoga Nurtures Compassion
Ahimsa shows up when I step onto my mat—whether I’m feeling at my best or my worst.
It appears in my practice in moments when I notice it's difficult to breathe, and I take a step back. Typically, this happens in backbends—when I’ve extended much too far, much too quickly.
Lately, it shows up when I feel a pang of pain in my knee, and I choose to let go of a certain posture.
Learning to Speak to Myself with Love: An Endless Lesson
My alarm clock starts gradually increasing in volume as I awaken. Rolling over, I peel my eyes open, turn it off, then begin to sit up in bed. Piper is at my feet, a curled up croissant of a pup, and I give her many morning snuggles and kisses. Another month has gone by. Swinging my feet over to the floor, I say good morning to Ryan across the bed and begin to make my way out of our room and down the hallway to the closet where I grab another pregnancy test and follow the same process as usual. And the same result comes. While hopeful it would be different, it’s nearly always been the same.