Are you cooking in the bathroom?
These are a few items from the kitchen that you will find in my bathroom. Included are some of my favorite recipes.
The association between yoga and hippies is not an accident. As yoga starts to seep off your mat into your life you start to look for ways to do the least harm to the environment. There are many practical, natural products that can be used for skin and hair care. Here are just a few.
1. Coconut oil. I use this for everything from skin to hair. I rub it on my face, drop it in the bathtub and use it as a deep conditioner*.
2. Sea Salt. I use sea salt as a hair product. I make a great beachy hair spray for pennies to the dollar of those found in stores.**
3. Baking Soda makes a great face scrub or on the fly toothpaste. Mix it with a little water and scrub away.
4. Apple Cider Vinegar (ACV). ACV is my new hair conditioner. I wash my hair with an all natural bar soap from Jonathan’s Organics. Every other time I wash I rinse with ACV. I fill a small bottle halfway with the ACV and mix with warm water and pour. Make sure to rinse out thoroughly as the smell can linger.
*Coconut Hair Mask:
– Soften the Coconut oil by rubbing it between your palms. (If it is really tough to get out of the jar run it under hot water)
-Saturate the hair with coconut oil (About 2 Tbsp)
-Wrap the head in plastic wrap or a shower cap.
-Leave for an hour or so.
– To rinse out: shampoo and condition as usual (you might need a few shampoos) OR pour Apple Cider Vinegar (ACV) over the hair to take off oil.
**Beachy Hair Spray:
– tsp of sea salt
– ¼ tsp of coconut oil
– warm water
-small spray bottle
Mix all ingredients into the spray bottle. Shake until salt is dissolved and the oil is dispersed. (You may need to run the bottle under warm water to melt the oil each time you use it.)
Just Around the Riverbend [repost]
This was first posted on my blog The Real World as I prepared to leave Namibia. I have included some of the thoughts I had on the future just a year earlier.
“What I love most about rivers is you can’t step in the same
river twice.
The water’s always changing, always flowing
But people I guess can’t live like that
They all must pay a price
To be safe we lose our chance of ever knowing
What’s around the river bend”
Like the river that is flowing by, every moment is new. We all know this. It’s common sense. Every minute things change. People are born and die. People leave, fall in love, decide to follow God. We know this.
Even though things are changing on us every minute we cling to the illusion that we have control over each outcome, each change. We plan. We worry. We replan and recheck. We resist.
The only thing that trying to control everything does is make it harder to admit we don’t have control over everything. In fact we have control of very little, mainly our reaction to change.
Resistance creates a dam in our river. The water backs up and becomes mucky, full of snails that carry disease or twigs that snag our thoughts, pulling us down. Resistance keeps us from moving forward.
I experienced this when I first decided to return to the States. I built a damn of resistance in my head. I filled my water with negativity. Everything from “I have no money” to “It is too cold.” I swam around with them for a while. Until I couldn’t anymore.
I took down my dam. I let the negativity come out to be pushed to the shore. I swam down my river, cleaning it of all the things that scared me and started to see all the beautiful things about going home. My family and friends, free time, new opportunities, my car.
It is difficult to describe the feeling of rigid flexibility you need to get along in this world. You need to be able to plan, but when they fall through you need to be able to see the adventure that an unplanned span of time can bring us. When some volunteers and I were on our big road trip last year, we made a plan and it fell to pieces. Still each unplanned step brought things we would have never experienced on our own terms.
Let your plans fall apart. Don’t worry too much what is coming around the river bend. You’ll get there when you get there and when you do, it’s usually more fantastic than you ever planned for yourself anyway.
Tomorrow I face the next bend in my river. I leave Namibia at peace and excited for the things ahead. Back out into the World! What a Real World it is!!
Summer Nights
There’s just something about a summer night. The sun drops slowly, and the air starts to cool, just a little. The chorus of crickets begins to sing, orchestrated by the stars as they appear overhead. A breeze brushes past and your skin buzzes. Possibility fills the air. Anything could happen. You sit and watch dusk turn to dark and let all your secrets out.
To me summer was always camp. Going to camp, working at camp. It was all the same. A bunch of people who saw each other once a year, or maybe met once and never again, come together and share experiences that bring them together like nothing else can. It was the place I shared things that only my journal got to hear the other 46 weeks out of the year.
This summer I did not work at camp. I longed for just one “summer night”. Just one night where I let my guard down and let the magic of summer envelop me and the person I was with. I’ve had a lot of great nights this summer, dancing and laughing and having fun. But something was missing.
This past weekend I went to visit my friend in Brooklyn. We walked to the park and drank smoothies. We laughed as all the owners let their dogs run free and hump one another. We talked. Deep. Frustrated. Angry. Loving. And when we had finished we climbed up onto her roof. We meditated, right on the edge, floating above all the twinkling city lights. We were filled with possibility. Anything can happen.
It was the perfect summer night.
Beginner’s Mind [playlist]
A playlist full of covers, giving a new perspective to some very popular songs. Some of the covers are different than the ones that I included on my list so I captured the itunes list. Some of the songs were things I grabbed years ago from various sources, so I am not sure where they can be found today. Some were just not available on Spotify. Scroll down to listen.
Love and Faith [Journal Entry]
“I was outside looking at all the trees on the mountains and the blue in the sky and realized I was home. Now I know why man has lived so long on earth. I know why we haven’t all wished accidents or caused accidents upon ourselves just to get to heaven faster. The cities, and even the suburbs, are cold and impersonal. Here it is warm and welcoming, and you know why everyone here can survive even with so little, how they can be so full of hope, because they’ve seen a piece of heaven. If god couldn’t give them money he could give them hope and love and beauty. Because that’s really what counts, not the money and power but love and faith.” – Journal entry, June 2002
There are times when I’m not really sure how I travelled down this path called life and ended up a yoga teacher. Then I read my old journals. Amidst all the millions of crushes I developed, there are real gems, describing the life I wanted to lead, the life I dreamt for myself. I may not have been able to predict exactly what I would become, but I knew what I wanted her to be like.
I have been journaling for more than half my life. There are entries that don’t sound remotely like something I wrote. I don’t remember the strokes of the pen and the words sound foreign and wrong. There are other entries I know so well I can almost recite them from memory. In the spirit of “getting personal” (one of my goals) I thought I’d share some of my entries as time goes on.
The entry above was written on a mission trip to Appalachia. I went every year for 5 or 6 years, and each time it was the best part of my summer. I cannot truly express what those trips meant to me, other than they changed my life forever.
A Poison Tree [poem by William Blake]
A Poison Tree
William Blake
I was angry with my friend
I told my wrath, my wrath did end
I was angry with my foe
I told it not, my wrath did grow
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles
And it grew both day and night
Till it bore and apple bright
And my foe beheld it shine
And he knew that it was mine
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree
Yin Yoga: Hurts so Good
I was first introduced to Yin Yoga while on a retreat in South Africa. We all gathered in the small chapel for our 100th class that week (ok, probably something like our 5th… yoga twice a day can get intense). The instructor told us we were going to try something different. She had us lie on our backs and hug our knees to our chest. For two minutes. I distinctly remember wondering how we were going to make it through an entire class holding each pose for this length of time. Then she said these magical words, “This is the easiest pose we will hold, so enjoy it.”
We proceeded to move through a series of stretching poses, holding each for 2 to 5 minutes. Sometimes it felt amazing. Sometimes it was hell. Holding pigeon for more than 10 breaths really makes you aware of just how much tension you are carrying in your hips.
Ever since that day I have come back to yin yoga. It is essentially a massage for the joints. Holding each pose for so long helps release tension and increase flexibility. I find that my regular practice greatly benefits from this type of yoga, especially when my hips become tight from walking/running. It just hurts so good.
But more than a good stretch or a sense of light torture, yin yoga teaches the art of surrender. In order to hold the poses, you must surrender to the discomfort. The tricky part is not to let yourself out of the moment, not to run away, but to stay with the feeling and breathe into it.
In life there are uncomfortable moments. Our yoga practice teaches us that we can make it through them and come out on the other side ok… different, changed, but ok. When you can breath through pigeon for 5 minutes, sitting through an interview is cake.
If you are new to the concept of yin yoga, try finding a class somewhere in your area (they seem to be few and far between) or you can follow this wonderful video by Esther of Ekhart Yoga:
Be bold [playlist]
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