Merch Girl and Measuring Up: Yoga with Rian at Sonic Yoga: New York City, NY: February 24,2016

I'm already one up on the day because I'm waking up in one of my most fave places in the universe.

I've been awake since 5 trying to decide which studio followed by which coffee shop to start my day with. Learning to incorporate more ease at all times informed my decision to give the closest studio a shot and I'm so delighted the universe provided a beautiful class by a wonderful teacher.

Some of the interesting asanas presented included coming on to your fingertips in various poses like balasana and downdog. And there was a super yummy pigeon variation using two blocks-one under your forehead and one under your heart. Lately I've loved any poses and suggestions on how to support my own heart. It makes my work on the road so much easier.

But the stand out of the class was Rian's weaving of the teaching of self acceptance.

Whether we are trying to let go of something or be receptive of something, it most often comes from a sense of falling short. I've been struggling lately with one of my favorite demon..a sense of low self worth. It didn't help much last night when a well meaning fan said, "oh my God, he's having you be his merch girl. While he laughed, While I've privately worked through most of my 'merch girl' issues, apparently I haven't addressed them all because it stung a little.

It was excellent medicine in Rian's class to have us measuring to ourselves. I woke up to the beauty of my own knees over ankles, hands on elbows, spine long from tip of tail to top of head, heart inspired and open while grounded in hips and pelvis and my own legs who have carried me to this very place right now.

As my head and heart rested on blocks I tapped into the wisdom of sages that repeatedly say measuring outside ourselves is the true block. A clear view of our own heart is all we need. For many reasons, I know deep down this is where I need to be. And I also know its not forever, but what is?

Two doors down from the studio was a sweet neighborhood coffee shop whose cup holders were a lovely shade of pink, reminding me no gps or guidebook or google map could ever replace the joy of following my own heart on the path so beautifully laid out my the loving Universe.

Namaste