On Chia

I'm the type of person to get really hooked on one food and eat it so often I can't stand the thought of it anymore. It's been that way since I can remember. I was thinking the other day how as a kid I used to eat Tang (powdered, before it's been added to water) by the heaping spoonful in secret. Or I'd heat up tuna fish in tin foil with melted cheese on it and eat that as a snack. I have always had a weird relationship with food. I blame it on the addict's DNA I was born with. We simply seem unable to feel, comprehend, and follow natural urges to feel satiated. 

I write in present tense here-- just the other day I was eating peanut butter by the heaping spoonful right before bed. Old habits die hard-- when I was a heavy drinker especially back in my 20's, we'd hit the Hardee's drive thru after midnight for half price burgers. I now cringe at the thought of fast food meat co-mingling in my belly with Jaegermeister. 

The more things change, the more they stay the same-- isn't that the saying? 

A few years ago when I started looking really closely at my diet and how food affects everything-- mood, digestion, elimination, skin clarity, hair and nail growth, muscle tone, stress, brain function-- everything-- I started trying super foods. These nutrient dense and protein-packed edible wonders make healthy eating more of a no-brainer and for someone like me, that's a pretty enticing proposition. 

I think chia seeds were one of the first super foods I got hooked on. I put them in and on everything. Then it was cacao powder, acai, goji berries, kale... the list grew. I got bored of all of it but chia is something I have circled back to over and over again. They add protein (almost 5 g per ounce) plus they are rich in magnesium, calcium, and iron and add 10 g dietary fiber per ounce. 

I use chia seeds most often in small quantities in smoothies or on oatmeal or cereal. Although I had heard about it for years, I'd never tried chia pudding until recently. So on a whim and with an abundance of bananas and chia seeds I made banana chia pudding. It makes a yummy snack or dessert. Here's the recipe I used which was just off the top of my head-- makes two servings: 

2 bananas, blended till a thick liquid with an immersion blender

4 tsp chia seeds, added by stirring into banana (if you blend with blender they will break down and the dish will not have the same consistency, but no harm is done) 

2 tsp raw local honey (optional- only necessary if you prefer more sweetness), mixed in 

Pour the above into two glasses or cups or small dishes

2 tbsp raw cacao nibs (which also contain protein and magnesium), divided in half and sprinkled on top of each serving (in the photo below, I drizzled honey on top too because why not? 

Let sit for about 30 minutes. Refrigeration will speed up the process. 

Finding foods that make me feel clear headed, strong and balanced-- especially when they are delicious-- is something of a super power. When I indulge in too much starch, refined sugar, salt, or dairy (which I don't eat very much of these days-- slowly weaning off) I feel foggy, lazy, achy, bloated, and irritable-- not exactly my most kick-ass state to be in. It's a process of trial and error to find out which foods have that rock star effect on my psyche and body. I only know it when I feel it. Have fun exploring and enjoy! 

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This is so delicious I can't even stand it. 

 

On Writing

I wrote my first legitimate piece back in my senior year of high school. It was about the loss of my dog, Pancake (Cocoa Bean in the story). Pancake was a terrier mutt we adopted when I was about 5. She was the coolest dog ever-- super playful, loved to go on runs with my dad when he was running, obsessive (as many terriers are) about small critters-- she would spend the better part of an afternoon tormenting a chipmunk trapped in some spare PVC pipe we had under our deck. Of course, she'd stay there, running from end to end long after the quick little bugger escaped without her knowing. Not the smartest dog. 

Pancake was a pretty old dog when my dad had her put down. I was 16, my parents had split, and Pancake had a few health problems, not to mention my dad had plans to move in with his new girlfriend. I came home (from school? from staying with my mom? can't remember) and he broke the news to me. I was crushed. She had been part of her family almost since I could remember. Everything was falling apart, and when I had the opportunity to write I wrote about her. It was a way of telling a story that was extremely painful. 

The piece won an honorable mention in a high school writing competition-- my English teacher submitted it on my behalf. I wrote some poetry too-- noodly, self-indulgent stuff-- but the seed was planted then that writing could be therapy. 

I left writing behind for a number of years as adulthood set in and real world problems took me over-- the illness and death of my mother, the resulting need to find stability in anyone and anything-- and I almost completely forgot about writing. 

During that period I got more into reading about spirituality and Eastern thought and this was the beginning of my journey into Yoga. I sometimes say I got into Yoga as a physical practice, but that's not entirely accurate. My first understanding of embodied spirituality (which is what Yoga really is, it can be said simply) came in a Zen Buddhism class. I understood the story of the Buddha to mean that if one took a seat in a comfortable way with the intention of awakening, one might uncover the nature of suffering, attain compassion toward it, and see the path to move through it, neutralizing its power. This was a tantalizing prospect for me, because by that point I had been suffering for nearly 20 years from unhealed childhood trauma. It's taken me a long time to accept that's what it was, and to call it by its real name. 

There's such a healing aspect to naming a thing. Writing, as I realized while writing about writing recently, is a way of making amends for having been out of step with the flow of the universe. If that sounds too fluffy-new-agey, I'll try to say it another way. Carrying a story in my head (and thus, in my body, if it's a traumatic story) is a painful burden. Telling it on the page (or verbally) is a way of letting the reins loose and taking on a softer, gentler attitude. When that happens, I'm often more ready to hear what I need to hear, to look with less attachment at a situation, have a more open, allowing orientation about my experience. 

A wonderful by-product of having told my story (or parts of it, time permitting) repeatedly in community over the course of the past few years is that I no longer carry shame about it. It simply holds no power over me. Of course there are times I go back to old ways, retreat, and clam up, forgetting this, but I've gotten pretty good at reading the messages of my own body and how held tension and stress are a signpost that I need to let go a little. And when I do, the results are pretty much immediate. 

The best formula for me seems to be: Yoga & meditation + writing + community + running & exercise + nutrition = health, balance, and wholeness. (More about wholeness in a future post.) 

What's your formula? 

 

On Food

I recently started traveling a lot. It's wonderful work. I get to connect with other Yoga teachers, studio owners, counselors, and students all interested in the intersection of addiction, trauma, and Yoga and how they can deepen their understanding and application of recovery principles and practices to help support and heal not only themselves but a very vulnerable and unfortunately very large population (of which I am one-- there are a LOT of us). 

My work with Y12SR (The Yoga Of 12 Step Recovery) is taking me all around the East Coast these days-- Maine, West Virginia, North Carolina, Connecticut, Georgia, Florida-- and on the road, easy, healthy, affordable food options are not always readily available. I skip breakfast sometimes, even at home, and that's a big no-no for me. Low blood sugar makes me a little crazy-- and when I'm a little crazy it doesn't take long for me to start missing important things going on in my day-- or worse, to royally start screwing things up. 

When teaching a weekend full of often very intense, complicated discussions of a pretty personal nature, I need to be my fully present best. Ideally there's a kitchen, and if not a kitchen, then a small fridge, and access to hot water. 

I think I nailed it this past weekend, finally. It didn't hurt that I had an extremely gracious hostess, Courtney, and her sweet husband Matt and their awesome dog Tootsie (photo at the end)-- a crazy-comfy bed, private bath, and a bright lovely kitchen-- all just a couple of blocks from the wonderful Space Yoga Studio where I was teaching. So convenient. But even with all of this, I will often have such full days of teaching I'll just eat whatever is available, and really screw up my insides-- not to mention my brain. Not ideal. 

I got in so early on Friday that I had time for a sweet nap (such a luxury! and so needed after getting up at 3 am to make a 5:30 am flight)-- then we hit the grocery store. For the weekend, I bought: 

1 container salad mix

1 large avocado, ripe and ready to go

1 container cottage cheese (accidentally bought the kind with pineapple-- but so good!)

1 lemon (to squeeze on the greens as a dressing)

1 bag fresh peas (which have 5g protein per serving)

1 container fresh cut watermelon (such an indulgence in February, but needed)

1 bottle raspberry chia kombucha

The above cost about $21 and made something like six meals, and I had left over food at the end of the weekend. If you're vegan you can substitute all sorts of things for the eggs and cottage cheese-- sometimes I will do just that. And I forgot to buy six eggs to hard boil, but Courtney had a bunch and shared with me. 

With this combination I could make several delicious, protein-rich salads, especially when I added the trail mix I brought along with me. 

For snacks, I had brought along two apples and because I can't resist, a chocolate bar and some protein bars. So for snacks and lunch, I was set!

But the real kicker was what I had planned for breakfast. 

I usually do not have time to cook breakfast. It takes me a while to get hungry in the morning and by the time I do I often have to be out the door anyway. So this time, at home, I packed three zip lock bags each with the following: 

1/3 cup organic quick oats

1 tsp ground flax seeds

1 tsp flaked coconut

1 tsp chia seeds

1/2 tsp ground cinnamon

pinch sea salt

1/4 c freeze dried blueberries and raspberries

1/4 c slivered almonds

I dumped a bag in a bowl each morning, and added a couple of cups of hot water, letting it sit for a minute or so. Delicious, healthy, filling, and good for the brain!  

I have not figured out good coffee options yet. I usually have to rely on the kindness of the strangers I'm staying with for that. I have those Via instant coffee packets from Starbucks as a last resort, but I have not been able to bring myself to use them. I do bring my own Camomile/Lavender tea bags for evenings so I get good rest. 

I'm getting the hang of this traveling thing. It feels good to be able to say I'm not sacrificing my health and wellness for an increased work load. I know that's the case for a lot of people-- I get it. But as I often say, "We can't give away what we, ourselves, don't already have to give." I also remember the quote from Audre Lorde (which I'm paraphrasing): "Self-care is not indulgent, it is self-preservation-- and that is an act of political warfare." The self-care we do on the inside makes us better able to do what needs to be done "out there" (though I really believe there is no separation there-- it's all the same work). I'm rambling now-- so, eat well, rest, do you, and kick butt! 

Oh-- and love on an animal, like Tootsie, if you get the chance. 

On Gratitude

I've heard it said that when "stinkin' thinkin'" sets in, the best thing to do is a gratitude list, and the biggest mental bang-for-your-buck comes when you do an alphabetical list. There are not a lot of rules for this-- the purpose is to get you thinking of the things that bring you joy today. (This puts those mental pathways on a positive track and stimulates good chemical reactions in the brain-- helping us be more focused on constructive actions than paralyzing negativity!)

Yesterday I heard a woman say that her gratitude list made her laugh because when she got to "E" all she could come up with was "eggs." When she told the story, everyone got a good giggle too.

So, without much forethought on the matter, here's today's A to Z gratitude list (this one had a decently food-heavy focus for some reason!): 

Airplanes

Ben

Coffee

Dogs

Emotions

Fruit

Growth

Hugs

Intuition

Jokes

Kale

Love

Meditation

Nighttime

Oms

Plants

Quaint spaces

Running

Snuggles

Trails

Urdhva Mukha Svanasana

Valentines

Watermelon

Xeroxing

Yams

Zucchini

On Activism (part III)

“As my practice deepened, it ignited many things, including my path of activism. An activist is simply a person who sees a need for large scale change and begins personal action to move toward it.” ~ Nikki Myers, creator of Y12SR, The Yoga of 12 Step Recovery

My practice today is basically a rotation of different types of physical movement. I'm hypermobile in a few key areas, meaning I have connective tissue that tends to allow my joints to move beyond healthy, stable end-range into risk for injury. So simply practicing deep asana after deep asana is not great for me. I'm also an addict in long term recovery, so I have to safeguard against the unbridled pursuit of "bliss" (read: high). Simply put, anything I use to avoid, deny, hide, gloss over, or mask physical, energetic, emotional, or mental pain, discomfort, or dissonance can become an addiction. I have to stay honest in practice. And that's how I injured myself some years and years ago, before learning in teacher training how to properly support the body and that "sensation" is not always the end goal of asana. However uncomfortable or difficult, any action taken to properly employ structure, stability, awareness, and integrity, for me, goes a long way toward supporting boundaries, and ultimately, growth, on every level. So I have to practice asana, pranayama, meditation-- but also, run, pedal, squat, pull, press, and lift. 

Boundaries and structure have been murky territory in my life, from early on. My family of origin was characterized by severe alcoholism on one side and varying degrees of mental illness on both sides, along with a tendency to squelch authentic emotional expression, and frequent bickering-- often leading to verbal and physical violence. In short, I rarely felt 100% safe, so as a child I had to take instinctive action to protect myself from danger-- including shutting up, looking good, playing along, keeping secrets, constant external monitoring and vigilance, and lowering expectations around love and acceptance from others. This was a lot of pressure for a young person aged 7-16, as you might imagine!

Something had to give. We learn from what we see every day, and what I saw was that social consumption of alcohol was fun. It felt good. It made people laugh. It brought friends together. And I was a young person who desperately sought connection and acceptance (not to mention had easy access). Over time the day-to-day stress of these confusing family dynamics on my developing self resulted in what might be characterized as misalignments among my own physical (annamaya), vital life (pranamaya), mental/emotional (manomaya) and value-driven (vijnanamaya) levels or koshas. The Sutras speak of this and science is backing up that recurrent, chronic stress leads to adverse health outcomes. Until fairly recently, I was largely unaware of how much an effect this had on me-- not to mention the genetic predisposition that I now understand was a major factor in my own addiction. As adulthood set in, the patterns around self-managing became so deeply engrained that I no longer saw them, if I ever did. And of course, I lost my conscious contact with Spirit. 

In my mid-twenties, yoga began to help with that a bit, but my addiction was so strong it overwrote any impulse or instinct toward health in any lasting way. It also overwrote my own value system. 

The tendency to turn from one's values and sense of integrity is perhaps the main focus of this post. Over time I forgot what was most important to me. I'm a Libra, and we are characterized by a deep need for balance, homeostasis, love and acceptance, and especially, justice. Our symbol is the Scales. We are constantly weighing our inner and outer worlds. But as an addict, I lost the ability to find balance and harmony. Or rather, it was inconsistent. On one front, I was able to articulate a sense of purpose, even starting a non-profit to share what I had so easily been given. On another front, I could barely stand to look at myself in the mirror anymore-- I couldn't even accept myself. And once my relationship with myself was gone, every other relationship suffered.

Of course this evolved over decades, but once I became aware of it, I could no longer ignore my own disease and the immediate, critical need to begin to treat it. And so I took action. I will forever be grateful to my yoga practice for eventually granting me the sensitivity and awareness necessary for me to see what I could not see before. My life was saved by yoga and by the numerous others I found in the recovery community. We save each other, daily, as Spirit works through us. 

"We can't keep what we have without giving it away." This focus on service in Y12SR (The Yoga Of 12 Step Recovery-- more on that later) has, in the nearly five years since I began the recovery process in earnest, become incredibly important. 

As I became an activist in my own life, I became reacquainted with my own values and my own sense of justice. Looking around, what I see today affects me at a deep level, and I now know why. I frequently hear suggestions from some in so-called conscious communities that "we're all one" and that social justice movements create separation and "that is not yoga"-- or something like that. I'd like to offer the teaching I received, that we are multi-dimensional beings, we are spirit, embodied-- in fact we are spiritual beings living a human existence. If I deny your humanity I have also denied your spirit, and vice versa. If you suffer, it affects me, because we are tied to one another through Spirit. Your liberation is tied to mine. 

This makes for harder work-- it necessarily means I will need to take action, I will need to admit to myself the nature of my own bias and privilege (privilege simply means inborn or acquired qualities that offer one a cultural, physical, and/or economic advantage over someone else), and I will need to take a hard look at how my being in the world contributes to suffering or eliminates it. Do I need to be perfect at all times, say the right thing every time, know everything I need to know right now? No. As we say in the 12 step world, "We claim spiritual progress rather than spiritual perfection." All that is required is a willingness-- willingness is like a key in a lock. I'm more willing than ever to make mistakes, to admit weakness, to seek new information and to learn, because I no longer fear for my safety and there is nothing to protect, at the personal level, but my values. My experiences will come and go-- one day I will feel fired up and take action; the next, I'll be exhausted and needing a day of rest. One of the great practical applications of my own personal evolution with yoga is that it has helped me discern where my energies are best spent "just for today" and what is beyond my reach. But every day is a chance to move in the direction of my values and to "grow along spiritual lines." This gives me great hope for my life and especially for the future. 

I feel today that there is a great opportunity for so-called "conscious communities" to call up one another and to support one another in doing the deep work of self-discovery. If we employ the values and principles of yoga the path becomes increasingly clear and the work increasingly possible. More on that in a future post. 

On Running

I used to say, pretty frequently, "I'm not a runner." I hated running. I hated the pounding, the jostling, the sweating, the short shorts, the fuss that goes up when people run, the spectacle, the tension I'd feel in my shoulders and neck... all of it. But, I married a runner. And when I got sober a few years back (lots more on that later), I needed to find something physical to take the space of wallowing in fishbowl-sized glasses of Pinot Noir, and something we could enjoy together.

So, on a bit of a whim, and with no running shoes and no training I decided to run a 5k. It's 3 miles. (Okay, 3.1. That last tenth for a beginner is pretty significant.) How bad could that be? It benefited my husband's school, it wasn't hot that time of year, and if nothing else, I could walk. 

I didn't die. I also noticed a few things. A feeling of lightness and joy came over me not only later, once the damn thing was over, but actually during the run. I know now that was "runner's high"-- the release of happy chemicals that happens when we push our systems into "go" mode and keep them there for a while. My yoga practice wasn't cutting it at that time-- I was healing a specific, ancient injury that kept me from doing all the intense stuff I was used to making my body do-- so the happy feeling was a bonus. 

Unfortunately, I was in terrible shape. My body was so hooked on alcohol sugar and my muscle tone had diminished as I had gotten older and more and more bendy (bendier than I or anyone ever needed to be!) plus my cardiovascular health was about a negative 10. A mile-long run felt like ten. I remember getting very very suited up on a winter morning and starting out from my house-- watching the meter click off every tenth of a mile and turning around for home at exactly the moment it hit .5 miles. But it was a start. I kept this practice for a little while, maybe six months, while I picked my asana practice back up. Running is hard on the joints especially when there's no muscle to support those joints! So I had to find a more intentional, tissue recovery, and strength-based practice that by definition had to be slower. 

All the while, my mind was changing. I was replacing the dread I felt setting out for a run with excitement. I loved the movement, the breathing, the chance to practice ujjayi and tadasana and mula bandha... but most of all I loved the chance to be in my body and feel what vairagya (non-attachment) really feels like. A beautiful view, a nice breeze, a burst of energy-- all these would come and go. And I'd keep moving.

I completed 20 races from October 2012 to December 2016. Some 5k, some 8k, some 10k. Generally speaking, 6 1/2 miles doesn't really affect me much these days, so long as my asana practice afterward rises to the challenge presented to my hips!  

When I started committing in earnest to my meditation practice, I immediately experienced the same sense of non-attachment that running had provided me. Only this time I stayed still. I stayed still through doubt, laziness, fatigue, aches, or anything else that came along. My resilience grew. 

I'm remembering a quote from one of my teachers: "We do not differentiate between rest and work, we are still in action, alert in rest." This realization that I could be both at the same time was a doorway. I did not need to chase a high. All I needed was to put in right effort toward sustained attention. 

My body has changed too-- I've become more physically resilient. I don't fatigue as easily. Somehow I have become a runner. But over time my "garden of practices" has grown to contain many other species: high-intensity interval training (HIIT), cycling, a little spontaneous dance from time to time, and still, yoga and meditation. My meditation and yoga have a "running" quality to them-- but maybe it's the other way around. Balancing the scales. Finding integration. 

"Practice these principles in all our affairs." Recovery literature says there is no separation among our lives and among the various roles we're called to play.

Still in action, alert at rest. 

 

 

 

On Meditation

I have a tendency to make things way more complicated than they need to be. For years I wanted a daily meditation practice. As with most things that are good for me, I kept that inner dialogue going that I didn't have time for it. (This was not true, by the way.) Sitting in actual, intentional meditation became something I only practiced here and there, and so it was difficult. 

Last Spring I roomed with my friend Dr. Melody Moore at the Yoga, Meditation and Recovery Conference at Kripalu, where I was both a participant and an assistant. Melody introduced me to Insight Timer, an app that connects meditators worldwide. There is a social networking aspect to it that I don't use-- the real value to me is the daily accountability it offers. I've been able to maintain much longer stretches of time with a daily seated practice than ever before (right now I'm on Day 55!) and it is just so easy. I set the timer for whatever length of time I have that day, usually between 10 and 30 minutes (okay... most often, 10 if I'm being honest) and I just get still, breathe, and eventually the mind does quiet. The longer I sit, the easier it is to quiet the mind-- seems counterintuitive, but for me, it takes time for all that "mindstuff" to fade away. Then the timer goes off, I'm informed by the brilliant minds at Insight Timer how many people were also meditating at the same time (usually between 1600-5500 people globally! what a community) and I start my day. 

The results are usually immediate. Following a sit, for the first minute or so, I'm a little spacy. But then things come into clear focus. I feel more present, embodied (meaning, less in my head and more in my body), aware, and available for whatever the day might bring. And this state seems to last throughout the day, if I let it. It gives me choices: to speak or not speak, to act or not act-- it even gives me the choice to notice thoughts before their power has a chance to derail my day. Once tapped into, that frequency is easier to access. And all I had to do was sit?!? 

I think there's a misconception that meditation and yoga are all about bliss. I think it's the opposite. I think these practices are most useful when we use them as tools for presence, empowerment and awareness. I didn't make that up-- it's in the literature both ancient and modern. More about that in a future post: checking in vs. checking out

Project Yoga Richmond

My biggest passion and greatest joy is community service. I am proud to be a Co-Founder of Project Yoga Richmond (“PYR”), a 501 (c)(3) non-profit organization serving the Richmond area and beyond since 2010. Please check PYR’s website and calendar for details and pay-what-you-can studio class offerings.

Class fees support PYR’s community outreach classes to teens in both public and private school settings, seniors, children with Autism, individuals affected by addiction, and court-involved youth. PYR offers ways for students, donors, teachers and professionals of many backgrounds a chance to be of service through yoga. 

In 2016 Project Yoga Richmond offered nearly 20,000 experiences of yoga and meditation to our community. Wow! 

On Activism

“As my practice deepened, it ignited many things, including my path of activism. An activist is simply a person who sees a need for large scale change and begins personal action to move toward it.” ~ Nikki Myers


How easy is it to stay asleep? In these times there is such an opportunity to make an inroad on the problems we've created which separate and marginalize people, or worse, harm our citizens and our way of life: institutionalized and systemic racism, poverty, the school to prison pipeline, environmental destruction, domestic violence. 

As a white middle class woman, heterosexual, able-bodied, educated, I recognize that I have enjoyed a sense of privilege in this lifetime. I know I can walk into just about any store and be accepted as just another customer. I know if I am stopped in traffic by the police, there is a pretty good chance it was for a valid reason and I will not be shot and killed by that officer. If I fill out a job application I can assume my qualifications will be given fair consideration because I have a name typically assigned to a caucasian woman. And, I know that as I walk down the street I won’t be singled out or attacked for who I am or who I love. This is not the case for many people, and these are only a few examples of privilege.

And as a citizen of this planet first and a lover of nature (it’s where I find Spirit most readily, in all things), I see that it’s important that our natural resources are preserved for not only ourselves but for future generations. The privilege I’ve had to swim in the oceans and rivers, drink our water, and breathe our air is one that all people present and future deserve.

So, as a start, I recently signed up to either join, support, or learn more about the following national organizations:

The Southern Poverty Law Center   fighting hate, teaching tolerance, seeking justice

The American Civil Liberties Union   defending and preserving individual rights and liberties

The National Resources Defense Council   creating solutions for lasting environmental change, protecting natural resources

And locally, the following organizations have my interest and support at present:

Business Coalition for Justice   as a member of the Steering Committee for this new organization, I'm thrilled to work toward solutions addressing racial disparity in business law

The Virginia Anti Violence Project   working to address and end violence, focusing on the LGBTQ community

Showing Up For Racial Justice (RVA chapter, formed July 2016)   organizing white people for racial justice