Keeping it in the Family

I Love my nieces! So, when I was asked to teach yoga at an indie music festival over Labor Day weekend that was close to my favorite little girls, I instantly booked a flight. The second day of the festival my nieces joined me in yoga fun. We spent the morning by the lake and played outdoors. They are natural yogis...not afraid to try new things and quick to learn. Reese, my 5 year old niece learned how to do her first backbend and Ryane, who is 7, is on her way to partner yoga and downdog handstands. So proud of them and love them beyond words. Seeing them do yoga was the highlight of my trip. Keeping it in the family, here are some pictures of our fun yoga morning. I sooooo love my nieces!!! :)

Broken Wrist

I broke my wrist! Hate to admit it but I was doing some partner yoga at this mini hippie festival and took a fall. Here is what I've learned:
- you can brake a bone & still move it
- broken bones hurt like hell!
- never trust a person who has been drinking and says they're also a yoga teacher... Never!
- never let another yogi practice partner yoga with you if any ounce of alcohol has been involved... Never ever!
- Acro yoga and alcohol do not mix
- when booking music festivals, only teach yoga poses where your feet are on the ground
- even if you are sober, it doesn't mean other practicing yogis around you are
- I'm way over trusting with others...must be more safe with my own body.

Stupid was I to allow another yoga teacher who had been drinking to be my base in acro-yoga. Our first stunt went perfect. The second sequence ended in me taking quite a fall. It was either going to be my neck or my wrist... My wrist is broken. I thought it was just a sprain and tried to teach a class on it right after but when I could not put any weight on it in downdog and sharp pain shot through my entire body I knew something was wrong. I'm lucky it's only a broken wrist. Now 6-8 weeks of recovery I will learn to be an excellent verbal yoga instructor. Sitting on the plane flying back to California with quite a souvenir from this trip... My first and hopefully last broken bone from careless yoga.

Stinky feet

The flight attendants must be having hot flashes! I've not been this cold on a plane maybe ever. It's 102 degrees where I'm headed but the temperature on the flight feels like minus-2. I'm drinking coffee trying to stay warm.
The man next to me smells like a combination of stinky feet and alcohol. Thank goodness he's so tipsy that all he can do is sleep.
My flight was 1 hour delayed and my connection flight already missed. On standby with hopes of returning back home so I can open the yoga studio tomorrow morning and teach my 7am yoga class. Fingers crossed I'll be off the hot-flash, drunk passenger plane soon... Coffee to keep me warm and hopes of a standby connection... And even with all this, I still love traveling. It's the journey and the unknown I find fascinating. Oh no, the passed out drunk man next to me has just started snoring!