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“Person to person, moment to moment, as we love, we change the world.”

-Samahria Lyte Kaufman

Be the change.  Live the solution.

“He who, forgetting self, makes the object of his life service, helpfulness and kndness to others, finds his whole nature growing and expanding, himself becoming large-hearted, magnanimous, kind, sympathetic, joyous, and happy; his life becoming rich and beautiful.  -Trine

“Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self confidence.”

-Robert Frost

“We are wiser than we know.”

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Let yourself be open and life will be easier.  A spoon of salt in a glass of water maikes the water undrinkable.  A spoon of salt in a lake is almost unnoticed.”

-Buddha

“So and so comes from a long lineage of yoga instructors…”

When I read or hear this, a few things come to mind.

“Wow, how nice for that person—that they had yoga in their life from day one or even while in utero. Rock on. I’m happy for them that they were blessed to be born into that “lineage.’”

What also comes to mind is how not always, but sometimes, this statement/fact can be used as a type of exclusion. A type of “I’m a ‘better’ yogi than you and there’s nothing you can do about it because it’s in my genes and my ‘lineage’ and it’s not in yours.”

Just another form of exclusion, arrogance, and ego–wrapped up in yoga mat and scented with incense.

But it still smells bad to me.

I can see this kind of stuff a mile away and it reminds me of some of the clinical work I did while working toward my Doctorate in Clinical Psychology.

Occasionally I would observe clinicians playing this card, the “lineage” card. To me what it said to every psychologist who hadn’t been so blessed with “lineage” was: “Sorry, kid. No matter how much you study, how hard you work, how committed you are, how wonderful you are with clients, how talented you are and how much you love this work, you’ll just have to wait till the next lifetime because you don’t have ‘lineage.’”

So even in helping professions and/or the world of yoga, exclusion and arrogance can rear their ugly heads and keep people from simple truth.

The simple truth is that everyone is a yogi and yoga simply means union.

Your yoga might look different than my yoga, but everyone can practice yoga daily and it will help them come back to their center and remember who they are, so that they can walk through the world with integrity and grace.

Your yoga might be gardening, reading quietly, going for a walk in nature, or baking apple muffins.

My yoga is asana in a heated room every single day…and this asana is for everyBODY. Not just the flexible. Not just the young. Not just the thin. Not just those donning Lululemon clothing.

Every single day I tell someone—at Trader Joe’s or Wholefoods or the park or our ten-year-old daughter’s elementary school—this yoga is for YOU…just show up and get on your mat and do your best with breath. That’s it!! You’ll feel so good.

Whether you have “lineage” or not.

To be a star, you must shine your own light, follow your own path, and don’t worry about the darkness, for that is when the stars shine brightest.

“The significant problems of the world cannot be solved at the same level of consciousness at which they were created.”

-Albert Einstein

“It is better to displease the people by doing what you know is right, than to temporarily please them by doing what you know is wrong.”

-William J. H. Boetcker

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Super-Mom Betsy Parsons:

I expected motherhood to change me.  How could it not?  Everything was new.  But what I didn’t expect was that motherhood would strip me bare – drop me to rock bottom – force me to face that I had lost myself – demand that I pick up the shattered bits of me and piece myself back together.  It was all at once brutal and gratifying.  I am grateful for all of it.  I have learned who I am and how great my support system is.  I learned how absolutely wonderful my husband is, what a fantastic dad he is, and what a loving and supportive family surround us.  It’s not just me who is a super mom.  It’s my husband, my mom and dad, and my mother and father-in-law who make up this super family.  Each one of us plays an important role. Life is a tremendous gift, and we were all starkly reminded of that during the first six weeks of my daughter’s life. We almost lost her.  The first six weeks of her life were spent in the NICU.  She was a full term baby but a very sick one.  After she came home, every milestone was carefully watched.   She thrived.  And I almost missed it because I was worried about what could be wrong.  It was 9 months later when I started to splinter apart.  She was walking and I was cracking – emotions needed to be expressed.  I needed to feel again.  Not surprising, but I hadn’t been taking care of myself.  I was just trying to make it through a minute, then an hour, and a full day.  I wasn’t taking care of myself.  I wasn’t sleeping well.  I was sleepwalking.  I rationalized that all of this was well within a first-time mom response (ha!).   Eventually, I was diagnosed with PTSD and got help.  I began to piece myself back together.  It took another full year for me to hear the stirrings of my voice.  It’s been over two years, and just recently I realized that I am whole again.  I experienced such joy in finding myself.    I had really missed me!  But losing myself and finding an improved version had taken hold – makes me so grateful for the journey.  It has allowed me freedom to be myself, to slow down and enjoy the moments of motherhood, to rely on my family to play significant roles raising my daughter, to trust, and to embrace the unexpected.  It’s often what I need most!  I’m so thankful for my super family – including my husband who is embracing his role as stay-at-home dad!  Collectively, we’re a super team with a super daughter.