Feels like life went from slow to high speed and transitioned from spring to summer overnight. In Denver our weather went from rainy and cool to full on summer heat in the 90’s. The world of mask mandates and restrictions have lifted and traffic is back. And I’m told Broadway is coming back. Thank god, because I need more dance and song in my life. Part of me is thrilled and another part appreciates the slower pace. I have never been the person who overschedules. I like to leave space in my calendar for stillness and the unknown. I like the quiet, less traffic and my kids home (at least some of the time).

The end of May we celebrated my son’s graduation from High School. It’s hard to believe so much time has passed and he is off to Colorado University in Boulder at the end of summer. I knew this time would eventually come, just not sure I’m ready for it. My daughter will still be here at home with my husband and I for a couple years, but the transition has begun. I knew that everyday that passed after they were born would be learning how to let go. Kahlil Gibran says,

“they are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.”

I have never read words that rang more true about the experience of being a parent. I am but a vessel in which life flows through. My yoga practice supported me at the very beginning of motherhood (it’s far more effective than a glass of wine, I promise) and I’m counting on it now as my children prepare to leave the nest (sleeping butterfly, I’m counting on you to carry me through).

The end of spring also brought a weekend away visiting family in Detroit, a final project to wrap up year 3 of my yoga therapy program and the opportunity to add a couple in-person classes to my schedule. Two places where I taught before the pandemic are finally re-opened. I’m teaching a chair yoga class at a boutique gym in Mayfair, Koko Fitclub. And I ‘m teaching an outdoor vinyasa class at the Washington Park Boathouse. It’s so good to see so many familiar faces and practice together again. I was grateful for these communities before the shut down and I’m grateful to be back. I look forward to the days, weeks, months and years to come as we mature our practices. And as we ride the waves of this sacred journey of life.

My heart was broken wide open this week when listening to Garth Brooks song, The Dance. I was reminded to appreciate the light as well as the darkness (summer solstice is upon us). Life won’t always be butterflies and bluebirds (or at least that has not been my experience). The Dance is a love song about life.

“And now I'm glad I didn't know

The way it all would end, the way it all would go

Our lives are better left to chance

I could have missed the pain

But I'd have had to miss the dance”

As we all move into the phase of post traumatic growth, the busyness of summer, don’t forget to be available for the mystery and the stillness. Some say dancing is dreaming with your feet, keep on dreaming!

With gratitude

Love,

Rebecca J

Join me in class

Mondays:

10:15 - 11:15am, Yin Yoga at Zone Fitness (3300 E 1st Ave, Denver)

Thursdays:

7:30 - 8:30am, Vinyasa Yoga at Washington Park Boathouse (Denver)

9:30-10:30am, Yin Yoga online

11:00am - 12pm, Chair Yoga at Koko Fitclub ( 6231 E 14th Ave, Denver)

Fridays:

10:15 - 11:15am, Yin Yoga at Zone Fitness (3300 E 1st Ave, Denver)