A year ago today, I was at home in the middle of what would become 20 long hours of intense labour. Despite being one week overdue, and it being the hottest month of the year, I would have been perfectly content to simply stay pregnant for a while longer, thus delaying the inevitable. The prospect of birthing Baby Melon (as we affectionately named my bump) seemed impossible—completely, 100%, NOT possible.
Peruse Pinterest or Instagram for healthy breakfast ideas, and you’re sure to see dozens artfully arranged bowls filled with oats, fresh fruit, nuts, and seeds. Although I’ve been a longtime lover of smoothies, I’ve been reluctant to try the oh-so-trendy smoothie bowl (mostly because eating a smoothie with a spoon, rather than drinking it from a glass, seemed strange to me).
Have you ever had a dream—The kind that occupies your thoughts and fills your belly with butterflies when you explain it to others? If yes, then you understand what a powerful force a dream can be.
Happy Spring friends! It’s been over a month since I sat down to nurture my ‘blog baby’, and I can’t believe how the time flies when you have a real baby to care for! My little girl is already 6 ½ months old — and although she’s growing more independent by the day, she hasn’t yet mastered the art of daytime napping. Oh how I wish I could tell her what a luxury it is to sleep mid-day (one I so rarely enjoy.*sigh).
Today I’m opening up about a recent decision that had huge impact on my life, not only as a yoga teacher, but also as a woman, mother, partner, and friend.
Does anyone else remember the pure magic of watching The Little Mermaid as a kid? If you were anything like me, you spent considerable time pretending to be Ariel – I’m talking hours of bath-time splish splash, chatting to imaginary crustaceans, and summers spent in neighbourhood pools, diving through hoola hoops to retrieve make-believe ‘dinglehoppers’ from the “ocean” floor. Well friends, this past weekend, I got to live my childhood dreams!
Happy New Year friends! I’ve been a little MIA on the blog since the holidays; juggling serious food baby (+ my actual baby) has had me wearing pyjamas round-the-clock. Indeed, my most recent cause for celebration was the shear miracle of making it out of the house in this winter weather, babe in tow.
As a yogi and teacher, I LOVE that yoga is becoming so widespread. People are practicing dozens of styles all over the world. You can find classes in community centers, studios, parks, and online, and chances are you or someone you know is an avid practitioner — not to mention teacher! We all hit the mat for different reasons, but one of the undeniable results of yoga is getting to know yourself better, and there’s no greater gift than that!
Welcome December! I am steam rolling into this festive month ahead, filled with excitement and so much to be grateful for. My daughter is now 3 months old, and I am blessed every day with gummy, wide-mouthed grins (I Cannot. Get. Enough!) The more she smiles, the more I am motivated to do ridiculous things for her sheer entertainment. I have made up more spontaneous rhymes in the last two weeks than ever before — In fact I may have discovered my calling as a jingle writer.
My family is notorious for decorating at the last minute… like, the last, last minute. It’s not uncommon for us to be gathered in the living room around a naked spruce on Christmas Eve, asking ourselves “how late are we willing to stay up tonight?”