Cheating on Yoga…

Cheating on Yoga…

That’s right.

It’s not that I took up pilates or the local pole fit class.

Nope–I fell in love.

It is no surprise that my rhythm and ritual practice could be comprised by love. We have all been there; love has a tendency to flip us upside down and rattle our root chakra–the chakra associated with stability and grounding. Love frequently throws it into turmoil as old patterns, fears, and emotions surface.

The irony is that this comes just after I gave a workshop in July about the importance of ritual practice in self-care. And here I am, a complete hypocrite who has sacrificed her personal rituals in the name of love.

Over the last two months, I have identified a handful of believable excuses to talk myself out of practicing and attending workshops for which I would normally make time.

My current work schedule keeps me up late–I’m exhausted and need rest.

His place is too far from my yoga studio. I don’t have the time for traffic.

I forgot my yoga clothes.

I don’t have time.

What has happened is that I have temporarily replaced one love with another.

My dedication to everything yoga quickly waned when I began to feel a similar sort of sensation arise with my new boyfriend.

Suddenly, I discovered that his arms around me for an extra hour or two has repeatedly trumped the quiet whispers from my yoga mat begging me to come practice with her sacred support.

For the first time in my life, I feel unwavering commitment to my partner and the relationship we have entered; yet, I have found myself in a period of lesser commitment to the practice of yoga.

What I have been reminded of here is just how easy it is for me to lose part of myself in relationship.

I have felt ambivalent to share certain parts of my spiritual thoughts and beliefs for fear of his judgment. It’s silly really. He fell in love with me as the earth spirit that I am knowing our differences. He has shown me nothing but full love and support. So why the fear? I don’t think I need to answer that…

Anyone who has dated me might say I can be rigid and stubborn at times, but the paradox is that I can also be too flexible–flexible in the sense of not fully being who I am and honoring all of what is important to me.

Make no mistake that I also have a very flexible body in yoga practice–and strength is what I lack.

While relationships require a middle path, that middle path still requires two whole human beings who are willing to fully be themselves with strength.

Now, every time I make a conscious choice to voice my ideas and beliefs to him without shame and fully express who I am, I feel a greater closeness.

The best days are the days when we both honor our personal practices.

The other night, I told one of my teachers that I feel like I have been cheating on yoga. He looked and me and confidently responded, “It’s okay, Melissa; you can two-time.”

That I can. And I feel lucky to be graced with the welcome and love of both my mat and man.

Coco-Blueberry “Sweetheart” Egg Bake – Inspiration from my Mom

Coco-Blueberry “Sweetheart” Egg Bake – Inspiration from my Mom

*This recipe contains gluten and eggs, but no dairy. Excuse the excess syrup in the photo!

My mom passed away nearly eight years ago.

Days like Mother’s Day are truly not much more difficult for me than any other day. I think about her every day and miss her dearly.

There is so much I would like to say to her.

So, I avoid victimizing myself on holidays, her birthday, and so forth and instead I choose to honor her and tell her the things I want to say. (See the end of this blog for what I told her today.)

I invited my stepmom, dad, and stepbrother over for brunch today and felt inspired by a very simple breakfast my mom used to call “sweetheart eggs”. To this day, I do not know the exact recipe…She told me once, of course insisted the secret ingredient was love.

My mom’s sweetheart eggs were a variation of french toast, but with more egg and sugar on top and I think the middle of the bread cut out… I really don’t remember.

This recipe is definitely different, but it includes cardamom–one of my favorite spices used in Indian cooking that soooo reminds me of my momma.

Coco-Blueberry “Sweetheart” Egg Bake

  • Serves: 4-6 people
  • Prep Time: 45-60 min
  • Bake Time: 45 min

Ingredients:

  • 3 pieces of sourdough bread (set out overnight)
  • 6 eggs
  • 1.5 c. cashew milk (any milk will do)
  • 1 c. organic blueberries (buy berries organic; they are known to be laden with pesticides)
  • 1/4 c. maple syrup
  • 3-4 T. unsweetened coconut flakes
  • 1 t. coconut oil/butter/ghee (for greasing pan)
  • 1 t. ground cinnamon
  • 1 t. ground cardamom
  • 1 t. organic vanilla extract (No McCormick – it has corn syrup!)
  • pinch salt

Directions:

  1. Set an intention of love and mindful baking.
  2. Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Grease a 9 by 9-inch baking dish.
  3. Whisk eggs thoroughly. Add cashew milk, blueberries, maple syrup, coconut flakes, vanilla, cinnamon, cardamom, salt.
  4. Place bread in a single layer in pan. Cut pieces to fit. Then pour egg mixture over bread.
  5. Bake for 45-50 minutes. The top will be golden brown. Test with a fork.
  6. Top with maple syrup, blueberries, and coconut flakes.

Enjoy with gratitude for the feminine!

Click photo below to read:

Mom

 

9 Unexpected Lessons Learned in Yoga Teacher Training

As a student of yoga in many forms since age 16, I knew how the practice transformed me. I had no idea there would be so much more in teacher training. The lessons are expansive and plentiful; here are a few:

1. It is possible to love winter.

Before teacher training, I spent two years out of the country living in Ecuador and Mexico and traveling to half a dozen other countries. Upon my return to Chicago, I had not planned to stay and endure another Midwestern winter. When I chose to stay for teacher training, I wondered how I would manage.

I quickly found winter to be the perfect time for introspection. As I heard others complain about the weather, I even found myself saying, “It’s not so bad,” as I spent my time studying, practicing, and cooking up sattvic comfort food.

If you are surrounded by a community of seekers, creators, learners, and teachers, it does not matter where you are.

2. Your greatest teachers may become your greatest friends and your greatest friends your teachers.

Amazing men and women become yoga teachers. In the years past, I thought I needed to live in some bohemian expat community across the globe to find people who “get it” or “get me”. All the while, there was an incredible community of individuals doing deep soul work with their dharma right in my hometown of Chicago. What’s more is that Midwesterners are grounded to begin with, so yoga here is filled with authenticity and real people.

Open your heart to all of the meaningful connections that come into your life. You have no idea where the connections will lead. Gravitate toward the teachers that drive you nuts. You have something to learn from them. Notice how the other trainees become your greatest teachers as you see yourself reflected in the individual and collective process of becoming a teacher.

3. Dogma comes in all forms and serves no one.

I used to think of myself as this policy wonk. I fought tooth and nail with my dad at every meal about matters of foreign policy, poverty–you name it. I couldn’t wait to expound on all of my progressive ideas I had accumulated at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. My dad and I would sit around bolstering up our egos while our relatives rolled their eyes.

When I began practicing Ashtanga Yoga, I started to let go of the attachment I had to political convictions; however, the dogmatic part of me took a new form. I began to think of Ashtanga as the best form of yoga. This was my path and surely this would be the only form I would teach.

Thanks to Moksha Yoga Center’s wide array of teachers and philosophies, I learned to open my heart to so many other amazing practices. I find something that serves me in every class I take, and this well-rounded exposure will ultimately serve my students. Interestingly enough, Ashtanga has become that much more meaningful to me because of the sensation of openness I carry.

You can always find ways to bolster up your ego—even in yoga; bolster your sit bones instead.

4. Trusting our own intuition can be the toughest challenge.

Yoga Sutra 1.2 states, “yogash chitta vritti nirodhah”, which can translate to “yoga suspends thought activity”. Yoga calms the mind and you come to yoga to let go, right?

The irony is that sometimes the more you practice, the more “chitta vrittis” (“mind stuff”) you must learn to suspend. Teacher training disrupts any sort of thought management system you believed you had nailed.

I have an entire cabinet of voices in my head at any given time during my practice telling me how to breathe and arrange my body on the mat.

All of these voices become a turbulent tornado as you wonder who and what is right. Learning your own body and breath to know what is right for you is truly the work here…that evolves as well.

5. Language and teaching = empowerment.

I had no idea it would be so hard to cue yoga poses. Really. Language is everything and cuing requires careful attention to precision and various “layers” of cuing stance, breath, feeling sensation, etc.

By bringing my attention to language for how to cue yoga sequencing, I have also redesigned how I apply my language overall.  I’m not “bad at Supta Kurmasana”, but “Supta Kurmasana is a challenge for me”. I refrain from using negative phrasing whenever possible and this has shifted my sense of self and interface with the others.

Perhaps the biggest lesson in yoga teacher training is finding your own “teaching voice” and confidence with leading.

6. Just when you think you are taking responsibility for choices, you realize there is more to take.

As a teacher trainee, you will be compelled to look in the mirror and accept full responsibility for what you create. Victim language and attitudes are nothing new to me. I believe that karmically we choose our parents based on what we need to learn; this makes the blame game impossible.

Yet, I realize that I have made certain choices (namely career/work changes) during my teacher training journey, which have absolutely wreaked havoc on my routine. Who made those choices? Why? Whose responsibility is it when I don’t show up to my mat?

Yoga helps us to see ourselves more clearly and take a look at why we might not be showing up 100 percent in our practice, relationships, jobs, and with ourselves.

7. Make time for your own practice

I hear so many people say that they began teacher training to “deepen their personal practice”, not necessarily to teach. Well, as I have illustrated, it is almost certain your personal practice will deepen off the mat in your behavior, food choices, and thought processes.

The largest challenge for me has been making time to deepen my practice on the mat. Workshops, reading, apprenticeships, thesis projects, and other course requirements become convenient excuses for skipping personal practice.

Be prepared that your formerly focused practice will now be laden with voices from various teachers, which may lead you to question what you are doing.

Your body will crave yoga and you will think of ways to ignore that craving. Listen to it when it calls.

8. It’s okay to dare to be the weirdo, if that’s who you are.

There is this thing about sitting or standing for too long that just kills me and I feel a need to stretch or balance on a limb. So, yes, I find myself unknowingly taking vrksasana/tree pose in the middle of a social gathering while telling my cousin about my moon cycle, as she laughs and says, “Your moon cycle?”

I don’t mind if people think my eating habits are strange. And it’s okay that I’m not seeking a husband and children. I do what I love and what feels right.

I have spent my life feeling like an outsider in a world driven by consumerism, television, and working oneself into the ground for 50 years to be able to enjoy life when your 70. I don’t get it.

Being in teacher training has shown me that there are other weirdos like me, and even weirdos that want to learn from this weirdo.

9. I have so much to learn.

It’s called practice for a reason. Yoga is a journey of discovering union with yourself and the surrounding world. The more I experience and learn, the more I realize there is to learn.

Study with many teachers in many forms. Study with yourself.

Namaste, peace seekers.

Split Pea and Sweet Potato Curry Soup with Super Seed Crackers

Split Pea and Sweet Potato Curry Soup with Super Seed Crackers

Although I just booked a flight to a toasty Mexico, I am embracing the arctic temps of Chicago with one of my favorite new comfort dishes.

For me, curry = comfort.

I love this soup for the varying flavors and memories it imparts.

I chop up some fresh ginger and I think of cooking Indian food with my mom as a teen after our first trip to an ashram–when I developed an affinity for this remarkable root. My relationship with my mom had its challenges when she was on this earth, but ginger brings the fond memories into light.

I begin to slice a garlic clove and my Italian-American head always goes to “Goodfellas thin”, which refers to the manner in which character, Paulie, from Goodfellas, sliced his garlic super thinly with a razor blade so that it would dissolve in the sauce (or “gravy”, as Italian-Americans say). I don’t love that glorified gangsters somehow reflect my Italian roots, but what can I say, this film was an integral part of my upbringing.

My step-father used to make this amazing heart attack-inducing split pea soup with ham and probably all kinds of less than “sattvic” additions. I loved it. But these days a vegan adaptation made from heaps of fresh ingredients sounds more enticing.

All of these memories and influences blend together in my cooking experience feeding me a healthy dose of love to share in my food.

Vegan Split Pea Sweet Potato Curry Soup

8-10 servings, Prep: 20-30 min; Cook time: about 2 hours

Ingredients: 
2 T. olive oil
10 c. water
1 veggie bouillon cube
1 lb. green split peas
½ lb red split lentils (optional – may replace with 1/4 lb green split peas)
2-3 c. sweet potatoes, peeled and cubed less than 1 in.
1 c. parsnips, peeled and cubed 1/2 in.
1 c. onion, minced
2 T. garlic, minced
2 T. ginger, minced
2 T. yellow curry powder
1 T. cumin
1 T. turmeric
1 T. garam masala
1/2 t. sea salt

Directions:
1) In large pot, on medium-low heat, saute parsnips, onion, garlic, and ginger with olive oil until ingredients are lightly browned (onions should be translucent).
2) Stir in curry, cumin, turmeric, garam masala, and sea salt. Mix and saute for 5 more minutes.
3) Add split peas, red split lentils, and water.
4) Bring to a boil and then reduce heat. Stirring occasionally, simmer for 90 minutes until split peas begin to soften and soup thickens.
5) Add sweet potatoes and simmer for another 30 minutes.
6) Recommended garnishes: cilantro, pepitas (pumpkin seeds)

Super Seed Crackers

About 16 crackers; Prep: 10-15 minutes; Bake time: 35-40 min

Ingredients
1/2 c. flaxseed meal
1/4 c. chia seeds
1/8 c. whole flax seeds
1/8 c. hemp seeds
1/4 c. unsweetened coconut flakes
1 c. water
2 Tbsp Coconut Secret Raw Coconut Aminos Soy-Free Sauce or Bragg’s Liquid Aminos
1/8 tsp. sea salt

Directions:
1) Preheat oven to 375.
2) Combine all ingredients in a bowl and let sit for 10-15 minutes.
3) Cover baking sheet with wax paper and pour mixture onto baking sheet, spreading evenly with a spatula.
4) Bake in oven for 15 minutes. Remove and cut into desired cracker sizes.
5) Return to oven and bake for another 10 minutes. If after 10 minutes, they seem firm, turn them over and bake for an additional 10-15 minutes checking for desired crispiness.

Let me know what you think by commenting below!

A Dose of Gratitude: Lingonberry and Tahini-Almond Chocolate Recipe

A Dose of Gratitude: Lingonberry and Tahini-Almond Chocolate Recipe

Gratitude and Lingonberries

I am a little late on my gratitude the day after Thanksgiving.

But let this be a reminder that gratitude is a daily healthy practice that can facilitate mental health. Positive psychology demonstrates for us that gratitude is closely linked to greater happiness, optimism, and healthier relationships.

I have a lot to be grateful for this year.

Lungs for scuba diving. Wit for Cards Against Humanity. Heart for Frida Kahlo’s house. Legs for climbing Teotihuacan. A nose for cacao butter. Strength for legal assistant job. Creativity for psychotherapist job. Ears for Marta Gomez. Shoulders for teaching me to balance strength and flexibility.

New friends at home and abroad. Brother traveling through Guatemala and Mexico with me. Talking with my Guatemalan “Tio”.

Lessons in love. Coconut oil. Art galleries of San Miguel de Allende. Time with family, especially grandparents. Magnesium. Coaching from a soul sister. Teaching English to Chinese. Free iphone. Existential therapy workshop. New York. Yoga teacher training. Spending the night in a tree house. Health. Shakespeare in the Park. Beach sandcastles and mermaids with Tulum family…

But one seemingly small generosity from my favorite Swedish family stands out.

I’ll spare you the why, but a couple of months ago, I was frantically trying to figure out where I was going to live. I needed a temporary abode, while I looked for a place to buy.

Then a phone call or a Facebook message (I don’t remember the order) with one of my best friends, Martin, happened. “Yeah, we’ve got you covered.” he told me. I questioned how this legal assistant/social worker was going to pay to rent his parents’ (second home) Gold Coast condo, but he assured me it would be worked out. It was.

It seems like such a small gesture, but you see, I don’t know his parents well. Quite frankly, I wasn’t sure I had seen them since the Swedish American Museum gathering at the “ABBA the Music” concert I had gone to a decade earlier.

They didn’t have to open their home to me and they could have requested a much higher rent. But they have graciously let me stay and take care of their cozy condo on the 20th floor with a spectacular view of the city.

What this means to me is…

I feel inspired to cook and experiment with new foods every day in this sacred space of a kitchen. I share my creations with my fellow yoga trainees and colleagues every chance I get.

I wake up at the break of dawn every morning naturally because I leave the curtains open as I say goodnight to the city lights.

I get unabating silence, which I LOVE, with the exception of the occasional evening when the winter wind howls me into to a past life in Kansas.

And I have a heated parking garage, which might be one of my favorite luxuries yet.

What it really means is that Martin’s parents have big Swedish hearts filled with generosity, trust, and little concern for attachment. After two years of gypsy living, I value being grounded in a comfortable space that much more. Maybe that’s why I am especially grateful for them this year.

So, in the spirit of gratitude, I have taken my Tahini-Almond Chocolate recipe and created a Lingonberry Chocolate variation to highlight this powerful anti-oxidant of a Scandinavian berry.

Lingonberry and Tahini-Almond Gratitude Chocolate 

Makes approximately 24 chocolates using a mini-muffin pan.
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Ingredients:

  • 1 c. organic raw cacao butter (www.sunburstsuperfoods.com or www.iherb.com)
  • 1 c. organic raw cacao powder
  • 1/4 c. organic raw honey
  • 1/8 tsp. pink Himalayan salt (or sea salt)
  • 2-3 tbsp. Lingonberry jam (Or try real lingonberries!)

Tahini-Almond Mixture:

  • 1/2 c. raw blanched almonds
  • 4-5 tbsp tahini
  • 1 tbsp coconut oil
  • 1/4/c. filtered water

Crafting Your Chocolate:
1. Create a “double boiler” by placing cacao in a bowl on top of a pot of boiling water. This is important. You want to melt the cacao butter down, not cook it. WARNING: This will be one of the most tantalizing aromas you have ever experienced in your life.IMG_3366

2. Take liquid cacao butter, honey, and salt and mix in a small bowl. Slowly add in cacao powder a little bit at a time as you mix until smooth.IMG_3370

3. Pour approximately one centimeter of chocolate into the bottom of each tin and place in freezer. (This should be half the chocolate.)IMG_3372

4. In a food processor, combine almonds, tahini, coconut oil, and water. Blend until smooth.IMG_3367

5. Taking small dollops of the tahini-almond mixture, mold into small balls and flatten into patties that are smaller than the bottom of the mini-muffin pan. (If the bottom of your muffin pan is 4 centimeters, keep them smaller than 3 centimeters.)IMG_3373

6.Remove chocolates from freezer. Place tahini-almond patties in the center of each chocolate and top with a dab of lingonberry jam. I suggest you try 1/3 tahini-almond only, 1/3 lingonberry only, and 1/3 mixed tahini-almond-lingonberry. You can see the variation in mine below. Cover each completely with remaining chocolate.IMG_3374

7. Top with some kind of small morsel for easy identification and aesthetic appeal. I used almonds and pick Himalayan salt. Freeze for 10-15 minutes. Note: These should hold together just fine outside of the refrigerator or freezer.
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Unbearable Lightness of Seeing

Alone on an island. I know no one here.

For an American gal who loves her characteristic “personal space”, a couple of days ago I found myself far less than comfortable with being with myself again. Funny, I have been pleading for this lately.

It was at this time that I wished my boyfriend of two years well on his journey back to France. I said goodbye to him and our beautiful travel adventure. A torrential downpour graced us just as he was departing flushing the tears on our faces off with its gloom. Feelings of loneliness, anxiety, and utter weakness engulfed my body and spirit. I played with the idea of heading back to my two soul sisters in my former home of Tulum, Mexico. Support is nice. Comfort is too.

But my travel experiences have gifted me with an inner knowing that there is a wild feminine soul in me with no limitations.

So, I stayed in the fitting Isla Mujeres or “Island of Women” with the intention of sitting with the pain and sadness alone. One foot in front of the other, I set off with my backpack like a curly-haired turtle to the nearest hostel. I got a bed in a dormitory that reminded me of that Seinfeld episode when Kramer housed Cubans in dresser drawers. Uncomfortable? Yes.

Just the day before, my (now former) boyfriend and I spent the afternoon traversing the island in a golf cart searching for rentals as I considered staying for a month in solitude. But there was nothing in my budget, especially after I left my debit card in an ATM…

Then, just two hours after he left, I got a Facebook message from someone offering me a studio–$300 for the month, seaside, comfy king-sized bed, fully-equipped kitchen (with a blender for superfood smoothies), and WiFi. Exactly what I wanted.

I would spend one night in the dresser drawer and then head to my new sanctuary.

I met a few other cool souls in the dresser; I was meant to sleep there. Without realizing it, I finally gained the confidence to employ my French with the goofy old dude from Bordeaux who did not speak a bit of English. I met a fellow social worker from Canada. And I befriended a young Israeli man going through some struggles and we quickly learned that we share a common thread of some pretty heavy history with our mothers.

But travelers sometimes just come into your life for a moment and then as quickly as you connect, they are gone. I headed off to my new haven the next day to write.

Truth be told, it has taken me FOREVER to launch my site. And here I am, inspired and writing. The creative juices are flowing. I have now accomplished more in two days than I have in nine months. True story.

So, what’s with the title of this blog?

It is not meant to suggest that my relationship epitomized the characters in Milan Kundera’s postmodern writings of The Unbearable Lightness of Being…well, I don’t know…there are whispers of such resemblances.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with the novel, Kundera addresses Friedrich Nietzsche’s concept of eternal recurrence, which posited that all events of the universe have already occurred and will recur infinitely, in turn, adding a “heaviness” to the decisions we make that give meaning to our lives. Nietzsche believed “heaviness” could be a burden or blessing. Kundera challenged this notion suggesting that each individual has one linear life to live, which occurs one time only and creates a “lightness” of being. This lightness places less weight on the choices we make in life because if there is no cyclical nature to life then, “There is no means of testing which decision is better, because there is no basis for comparison.”

One of the main characters in the novel, Tomas, takes a two-year holiday from practicing medicine. At first, he is excited by the freedom of responsibility, but after some time he discovers that that is as much time as he can spend with such “lightness”.

My connection to Kundera’s work is multifaceted in this moment, but I sense that on the contrary to Tomas’ feeling of lightness, my travels that have been filled with weight and meaning for some time. But I have begun to see they are now feeling light. That lightness is moving me forward in two opposing directions. On one hand, I embrace the lightness I see and have released the weight of the “right” decisions. On the other hand, I need to see meaningful weight in my life, which is what has propelled me forward into sharing my story and offering with the world.

I am heavy and light. Being in this divine, cozy space overlooking the sea, I get to be reflective today. I get to be me!