Special Seasonal Yin Yoga Class for Spring!!!


Hello Spring!!!
A Special Seasonal (((rhythmic))) Yin Yoga Practice with Melina Donalson

Yin Yoga draws upon the Five Elements and the principal of yin and yang used in Chinese Medicine and acupuncture. These elements are Wood, Fire, Earth, Metal and Water. Each element is associated with its own particular season, emotion, organ system and more.
Spring is the season of Wood and is the energy of rebirth – a surge of rising energy, like in the way the dandelion can burst through concrete if it must. It is the energy of growth, beginnings and an expression of life at its strongest.

This special seasonal class is offered as an initiation or opening to the season. Class will include Yin Yoga postures associated with meridians of Spring/Wood, easy energy medicine tips and exercises, as well as a special guest to take us on a rhythmic savasana to bring us out of winter’s slumber and to awaken to the rising energy of Spring!

Class cards & Memberships Accepted. $14 drop-in!

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The Quest

Today I am needing to remember why it is I do what I do, because the conditioning is becoming so different than my own quest, as I am sure this feels true for many others.
I do not wish to be *busy* with yoga.
I do not wish to become famous, well-known or sought-after.
I am tired.
The *yoga world* makes me feel very, very tired. I could not keep up if I wanted to.
But, my practice enlivens me. This practice that has become quiet, subtle and personal.
I guess I keep teaching because practice can help connect us back to the whole. I keep teaching because of an innate longing to bring people together in a way that helps us to remember we are worthy, and whole and beautiful.
My quest is simple: to love more, rest more, listen more than I talk, and to be as authentic with others as humanly possible.

Wolf Time and Pain

Today, I was grocery shopping and at one of those self checkout stations. I was in the middle of bagging my groceries when I suddenly dropped a bag of red potatoes. My breath was forced out of my lungs by what felt like a sharp karate chop across my upper back, that sent lava-like heat all the way around my rib cage to my chest. I froze at the end of that exhale. Suspended. I couldn’t reach down to grab the potatoes I had dropped. I just stared down at them. I think maybe I was making a crazy pain face. When I’m in pain, I get very, very wolf-like. I hide it and I look for a way out. A way I can slink away without notice and lick my wounds, alone. Only this time, a checker spotted me, and asked if I was ok. Of course I said, “yes” and that it was *only* or *just* a spasm. I’m still reluctant to ever say, “no” or ask for help. Aries Moon anyone?


Humbled by pain and unable to lift my own groceries, I accepted some help and was assisted out to my car. Once alone, I sat there remembering: Oh yeah, I walk with this thing called chronic pain and illness. Though sometimes it creeps down and hides so deeply below the surface that I cannot see it and it almost feels lost. Then, it only takes one moment, one second, one movement to remind me sharply of it’s presence. Like it wants to remind me not to get too high, too free or too loose. Like a leash or a seat belt, violently strapping me back to it’s reality. Again.

For the past several months, I have been experiencing less pain, less fatigue and less symptoms overall. I honestly feel that a combination of treatments, including energy medicine and a daily yin practice have really helped manage it all. My classes have been going really well. I have not needed to find subs and have been more consistent with life stuff in general. This may sound simple to you, but it feels like soaring to me.

Presently, this is the type of pain shakes the big and the small stuff right out of you. All plans, the little worries, anxieties, doings and the like – gone. Here I am forced into not doing, but simply being. Occasionally wondering if this new pain will be one that stays or goes. Like I have said before, this causes me to be undeniably present. It’s not a gift. But it is something that demands I pay very close attention to it. I’m listening. Learning to listen is a deep study.

This is something like *pain wisdom*. Not knowledge of, or compassion for, but a true to life, first hand experience of what it means to live with and through physical pain. No amount of magical thinking is going to make it disappear. I cannot green juice or namaste my way out of this. Nor will chanting, or the power of positive thinking change my joints and organs back to the way they were. This is a knocking down and a lying still. It’s also the clawing at, grasping onto and dragging my way back. Not allowing pain to take away the love or the sparkle or the hope in each inhale. This is time for the real work. I call this Wolf Time.

Sending out so much love and support to everyone else experiencing pain and illness in all it’s many forms. It is by this experience, I continue to be more and more motivated to work with others. May all beings be free from suffering and the causes of suffering.