The song, ‘Turn, Turn Turn’ by the Byrds is swirling around my head as I think about change. These days change seems to be happening faster than most can keep up with. Maybe it has always been this way? I don’t know.
To everything, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven.
When I sat down to breathe and write this morning, so many thoughts bubbled to the surface. I have big changes happening in my personal life, as big changes happen in the world. How does the macro influence the micro? How can the small actions we take ripple change into the greater good? For this moment, I would like to just focus in on one piece that has tremendous meaning for me.
When I moved from California, back to Maryland, 14 years ago this month (How has it been that long!?), I had the distinct privilege to continue to share yoga with the beautiful people in Ellicott City. Classes began in my basement on Main Street and then soon moved to GoGo Guru. And, if you were one of the lucky ones that got to practice there, you were part of a loving community that has been like no other.
Right after my son was born, I began teaching on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. When Gogo closed because of the flood, my classes moved to another location. After that, many more locations followed as life flowed, like the river that rose.
A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep.
For the last four years, my Tuesday and Thursday mornings have been filled with deep connection at the soulful Yoga Barn. The EC Yogis made a small trek to join the vibrant Severna Park Community. Together, we continued to breathe waves of peace into the world.
And now, another new chapter awaits.
A time to build up, a time to break down A time to dance, a time to mourn A time to cast away stones A time to gather stones together
I have accepted a position teaching Dance at a Middle School. Over a decade of goodness on Tuesday and Thursday mornings will come to an end. I feel sad to say goodbye to my flexible schedule, the routine that brought so much calm into my world and the students that carved out that time slot to connect over the years. I will still be teaching yoga, it will just feel different.
A time to gain, a time to lose A time to rend, a time to sew A time for love, a time for hate A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late
And, not to worry, I will continue to teach at the awesome Yoga Barn. You can join me at the Yoga Barn Sunday Mornings at 9am, beginning in September. Stay tuned for more classes to be added as I figure out my new schedule.
As I share in class, whenever you can – Get the pause.
I suppose that is what I’m doing right now. Slowing down enough to PROCESS and FEEL the shift that is happening. Pausing to acknowledge the very special haven of nourishment that exists when we come together. Breathing in the gratitude for all of the yogis and time we share. Trusting that the next evolution of coming together to practice will be more beautiful than I can imagine.
To everything, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven
So as I dig deep to create space and time for us to connect, remember your practice is just that. It can be done anywhere, with or without anyone. Each conscious breath makes a difference. Each moment you plug in will ripple out into the world. Each time you connect with the peace and love that is you, you will see it in the ALL. Everyone around you will feel it. It will help them. It will help the world.
To everything, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down A time to dance, a time to mourn A time to cast away stones A time to gather stones together
To everything, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate A time of war, a time of peace A time you may embrace A time to refrain from embracing
To everything, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose A time to rend, a time to sew A time for love, a time for hate A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late
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