Hello friends,
We have some very exciting news! Lexi Bondar has returned to the north woods, and will start teaching at Stone Turtle this week! Lexi was the first yoga teacher who ever taught at Stone Turtle (aside from Mariah), and she will be teaching Vinyasa Yoga on Saturdays at 10:00am at the CRAF Center in Roscommon starting October 17th. We hope to see you there!
(We are also going to work on the internet at the CRAF Center, so that hopefully we can add all of those classes to the Virtual Zoom schedule… stay tuned.)
More exciting news is that Core Yoga will now be offered on Mondays at 6:00pm rather than 10:00am at the CRAF Center. Laurie delivers a challenging yet accessible class for those of you who want to move, breath, and tap into some inner heat! It’s the perfect way to cap off a Monday and get centered for the rest of the week. We hope to see you there.
Click here to view the complete schedule and sign up for classes!
Lastly, here is a poem by Mary Oliver to send you on your way. It’s about our willingness to be attentive – something that is so simple and so, so difficult — and so needed. Nature surely helps. And yoga 🙂
Love to all, be well and thanks as always for the support.
MOCKINGBIRDS
This morning
two mockingbirds
in the green field
were spinning and tossing
the white ribbons
of their songs
into the air.
I had nothing
better to do
than listen.
I mean this
seriously.
In Greece,
a long time ago,
an old couple
opened their door
to two strangers
who were,
it soon appeared,
not men at all,
but gods.
It is my favorite story–
how the old couple
had almost nothing to give
but their willingness
to be attentive–
but for this alone
the gods loved them
and blessed them–
when they rose
out of their mortal bodies,
like a million particles of water
from a fountain,
the light
swept into all the corners
of the cottage,
and the old couple,
shaken with understanding,
bowed down–
but still they asked for nothing
but the difficult life
which they had already.
And the gods smiled, as they vanished,
clapping their great wings.
Wherever it was
I was supposed to be
this morning–
whatever it was I said
I would be doing–
I was standing
at the edge of the field–
I was hurrying
through my own soul,
opening its dark doors–
I was leaning out;
I was listening.
