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First Fridays Live Music n’ Yoga Residency @ Sacred Sounds Yoga, NYC

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SACRED SOUNDS YOGA – 163 Bleecker Street, 2nd Fl, NYC

Taught by Danielle Tafeen, Live Music by Katie Elevitch
Friday June 7th, 7:45PM-9PM
Friday July 5th, 7:45PM-9PM
Friday August 2nd, 7:45PM-9PM
First 2 Confirmed Attendees will get in to the class FREE!*

Join the FaceBook Event HERE

You’ve never experienced yoga – or Katie Elevitch’s music – like this before! Join me and a diverse group of students in a beautifully flowing, candlelit, warming, meditative and inspirational Jivamukti inspired class taught by Danielle Tafeen, a recent NYC Lululemon Athletica Yoga Ambassador. 

I will accompany the class, with just voice and acoustic guitar, no amplification, your breath as the backing band.  Imagine the intimacy of a campfire sing-along-in the round, and the perfect acoustics of an all wood floored yoga studio. I mix instrumental guitar, acapella singing and chanting, original and select cover songs, and acoustic versions of some brand new tracks off my forthcoming Yoga Inspired Record – produced by Riley McMahon and featuring Lee Farber on drums, Jonathan Maron on bass and others.

I hope to share this experience with you.  It is an magical event that brings the healing frequencies of voice, breath and word into a yoga class.  I am there to help facilitate your physical, mental – and possibly – spiritual journey.

Feel free to contact me via FB should you have any questions. You can also contact Sacred Sounds Yoga at 212.533.YOGA (9642).

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7 Days and Nights in Yoga Land: Put Your Hands On Me

Sciatica.

Plus other, less easily sourced, in-pain, hot spots along my left side (neck, shoulder, arm).  Slept funny?  Slept not enough?  Too much stressing about the next blog post? Too much rock and roll fun with AH and his brother visiting on the weekend (i.e.: Whiskey Shots, Beer, Bar Crawl, Steak…)?  Well, no matter, the reason.  It’s here.  And I’m Yoga-Ing anyway.

Luckily for me, this week’s classes so far all seem to have one thing in common:  Hands-On-Assists.  Oh happy me. Bring it on.  I should really make and wear a t-shirt to class that says “Put Your Hands on Me”.

Monday’s class was a Gentle Yoga class taught by one of Birchwood Center’s directors, Betsy Ceva.  Class was packed and I found a mat way in the back so that my slightly pained squirming about wouldn’t bother anyone.  Little did I know that I’d stumbled into one of the Gentle Yoga Immersion Training for Teachers practice sessions.  There were two Yogis walking around giving assists, and I knew personally one of them – Jen Mayer – whose awesome gentle classes I’d taken regularly  back in 2010, and who was my mentor during my own Teacher Training at Birchwood Center in 2010-2011.

Jen and the other lovely Yogi must have known something was up with me, because there were various pairs of hands descending on me throughout class.  Perhaps a new T-Shirt needs to be considered.

My eyes closed, suddenly gentle palms would professionally urge my hips back towards my heels in child’s pose and adjust my shoulder and leg in my supine twist.  OH Thank You.  And of course, they asked me at first, whether this was “OK” for them to do, as all yoga teachers should do before giving touch assists.

Coming out of Savasana, I wasn’t cured, but I felt good about showing up, practicing and breathing through my discomfort.  Like I said in my Intro Post, sometimes you just gotta do it anyway, even when you are not inspired, or you are crazy busy, or in my case, all of the above, plus feeling kinda lousy in my own body.

On Tuesday morning, I was looking forward to teaching my class at Birchwood, and then hopping over to Sparkill’s new Union Arts Center for friend and fellow Birchwood Graduate, Suzanne’s Candlelight Yoga class.

Yet, as fate would have it, by that afternoon, I had the sniffles.  As I prepared for my class, each Sun Breath and Uttansana (Forward Standing Bend) brought with it Downward Dripping Nose.

What Brilliant Yogic Wisdom did I gleam from this unfortunate turn of events?  You’ll just have to wait for the next installment…

The Yogi Who Fell To Earth, Yoga Month – and, The Thirsty Alien Mind Cure…

Inhale, Exhale.  Sigh.  Yaaaawn.  Still trying to find my breathing apparatus flow over here.  Just getting up.  The mental is a little slow today, despite Almost Husband’s painstakingly complex scientific strong coffee making ritual.  Long night of various cats and dogs taking turns burrowing in the covers, human and canine snoring, dreams – nightmares? – of water drainage yard issues, wedding guest lists (not to mention where, what, when?), visions of patios and walls sinking into mud, then waking up in the wee hours and being led half awake into the living room by the sounds of Ira’s insomniac TV watching adventure, The Man Who Fell To Earth.

I’d like to fall to Earth.  Feel a little more human, less humanoid.  And drink more water. (Movie reference, IMDB it).  But really, drink more water, its good for you.  Lately I’ve been reaching a little too much into the worry stratosphere, my breathing getting lost in arbitrary thoughts, concerns, what if’s.  Hmmm.

There’s a lot going on this month – preparing for a CD release show in November, work is picking up, writing, promoting, house reno.  All the things to do are swirling around like the tree branches outside my window right now. Feels like there’s no rhyme or reason.  Just swirl.  I’d like to say I can control the wind.  But sometimes we need to just let that swirling be;  Things will calm down eventually.  Even though it is scary. We cling, we want.  We thirst. I try to focus on now.  Try to detach a little more.  This is part of my daily yoga practice.  It has nothing to do with Down Dog, Child’s Pose, Triangle.

Which brings me to Yoga Month.  Is this the beginning of a new Hallmark Holiday: Cards for loved ones that tell them to “Just Breathe”?.  Flowers with cards that say “Just stop and smell the roses”?  I was just going about my weekly yoga teaching, when suddenly I noticed it everywhere – yoga class discounts, community yoga activism, articles in my local Natural Awakenings magazine…When did this happen? Why September?  And just, Why?

I could be cynical and go on about corporate yoga land’s efforts at promoting and selling yoga products and such – and in some ways, for any business person, a month focussing on such things can only help the bottom line.  I wish though, that the name of this new month of __________ (Insert your Bottom Line Here) would be a little more descriptive, more proactive.  Less VAGUE. Less room for the cynics.

Some ideas: “Fall Back to Earth” month? “Help your Neighbor” month. “Be Kind to Yourself” month. And so on.  Weirdly, when I launched this blog in early September, I dubbed September “Pay it Forward” Month.

I like it.  That sums it up for me right now. That’s my RIGHT NOW bottom line.  I want to bring yoga MIND into action.  This not only helps me get out of my own Thirsty Alien Mind (Too much clinging, too much desiring, too much disconnection, too much upper stratosphere reaching), but gets me moving, connecting. giving back.

There are great organizations out there that are doing such things – like Yoga Across AmericaThe Yoga Health Foundation, and etc.  I’m learning about new ones everyday.  My idea is not an original one.  And its being done on a much smaller scale.

But for me, giving back in a small yet direct, intimate way is most gratifying right now. Kind of like how it feels when I perform and can feel the audience connecting, receiving, opening.  Dare I say, even transforming.  I launched my Pay it Forward Campaign to help a fellow musician and aspring yogi take her next step by going to yoga school.

Helping Shelley this month has been a cure for my Thirsty Alien Mind (TAM) like no other. Knowing that all the promotion, the work, the worry, has been to ease someone else’s burdens – and to help birth another healer, has been so beautiful a process for me.  Thank you to all near and far in my life who have donated your energy/$$.  We thank you.  Shelley has made her downpayment at Kripalu – and now needs to raise the rest of the funds to actually get her in the door (and have someplace to sleep).

TONIGHT at 8PM I am performing my original music as part of this process – and will donate all proceeds to Shelley’s yoga school fund.  Read about the show here!

Ahhh.  The winds have died down.  There.  I feel a little bit better.  My breath is back.  I’m ready to birth this baby and go out walking with Hazel.  A little walking meditation never hurt anyone.

Earth is closer than I thought.

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