<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379535366402060929</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:48:00.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>working to serve</title><subtitle type='html'>yoga therapist, yoga, yoga teacher training, volunteering, fund raisers, Yoga Impact, teaching, underserved populations.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06146231441639299848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379535366402060929.post-2047620943668584815</id><published>2011-03-16T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T14:34:24.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga as Transformation</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I teach my first yoga class at the Morris County Jail. ( I finally broke in.) &amp;nbsp;As I was doing my own practice this afternoon, I was thinking about how at different times of my life yoga has been been a life line for me. I have a tendency to disconnect from my body during times of emotional or physical stress. Luckily for me, I have spent a life time accumulating physical skills that "call me back into my skin." This knowledge is a great wealth to me. &amp;nbsp;Tomorrow when I introduce the yoga program to the inmates who have signed up for the yoga program, I will tell them some stories about how yoga has transformed me over the many years that I have practiced. &amp;nbsp;I will tell them that my hope for them is that they will also have yoga skills to draw upon when life becomes challenging. &amp;nbsp;I will pray for the eloquence to inspire tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;As always I am grateful for the&amp;nbsp;opportunities&amp;nbsp;that I have to share yoga with many people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379535366402060929-2047620943668584815?l=workingtoserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/feeds/2047620943668584815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2011/03/yoga-as-transformation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/2047620943668584815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/2047620943668584815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2011/03/yoga-as-transformation.html' title='Yoga as Transformation'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06146231441639299848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379535366402060929.post-1069285633220517894</id><published>2010-07-12T06:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T06:43:10.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serving Teens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This summer I completed parenting of my children.&amp;nbsp; As of May 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; I am now the parent of young adults.&amp;nbsp; I have taught many years of yoga to my girls, their classmates and other teens in both the Hawaii and Boulder communities.&amp;nbsp; They have ranged from the ultra-privileged to children in low-income housing to children of varied economic backgrounds who are labeled as “at risk.”&amp;nbsp; Despite their differences, most have been interested in the fun of trying to achieve yoga poses, in talk about practical nutrition and in relaxing fully during a guided meditation.&amp;nbsp; There have been few who are under so much stress or confused by substance abuse that the teachings don’t seem relevant to their lives.&amp;nbsp; This is very sad for me.&amp;nbsp; To me it is always fun to be in a room with youth who have never done any yoga, who laugh when they do back bends or who learn that they can do handstands even if they are wearing skinny jeans.&amp;nbsp; It’s delightful to work with young men in baggy pants and t-shirts and do advanced yoga poses that look so much like break dance moves.&amp;nbsp; With my own two daughters who have grown up in a house where hanging upside down and taking deep breaths was an everyday occurrence, I even delight when to whatever their complaints are, my most popular response is “do a backbend” and I can be assured of getting a rolling eyes response.&amp;nbsp; I find that most teens love a challenge, and that yoga provides a great physical challenge, plus a welcome relaxation at the end of the session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379535366402060929-1069285633220517894?l=workingtoserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/feeds/1069285633220517894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2010/07/serving-teens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/1069285633220517894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/1069285633220517894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2010/07/serving-teens.html' title='Serving Teens'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06146231441639299848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379535366402060929.post-938311858728455704</id><published>2010-04-01T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T19:44:10.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intensive Serving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;During spring break 12 Princeton students came to Boulder to explore service.&amp;nbsp; Here is a letter that I wrote them a week after their return:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My Dear Princeton Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I am sure that a least some of you are feeling the humdrums of ordinary life creeping into your emotions now that you are back to school. The pressures of homework and tests, laundry and other mundane responsibilities chipping away at the lightness that opened up for you on your spring break.  Please know that this is normal.  This is the way of the spiritual path. Sometimes we must walk on the memories of our moments of enlightenment, letting them sink deeply into our hearts.  Just like we are meant to spend time on a daily spiritual practice so that it can shine light on our day, the intensive that you went though will shine light on your life for many years to come. This is the way of it. This is normal.  Please remember to take a little time every day, little extra time once or twice a week to rejuvenate your energy and your spirit. Some days this will seem easy, some days this will seem boring, some days this will set your heart on fire.  All of these are normal.  Lighten up someone's day by practicing random act of loving kindness in your community. This will also rejuvenate your own light.  All the masters assure us that days, weeks, months and years of consistent practice will bring us blessings.  Your intensive week was very blessed by a flow of teachers giving you their best. I'm sure I wasn't the only one impressed by your openness, as individuals and as a group, to give your time to begin understanding the deep knowledge of this path. Your collective smiles brought light to everyone that you met here in Boulder. Even this Tuesday the Vida class brought up how fun it was for you to ALL walk into our noon class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I look forward to meeting with you again in a very short time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;namaste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379535366402060929-938311858728455704?l=workingtoserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/feeds/938311858728455704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2010/04/intensive-serving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/938311858728455704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/938311858728455704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2010/04/intensive-serving.html' title='Intensive Serving'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06146231441639299848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379535366402060929.post-7552388936358918256</id><published>2010-03-10T20:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:42:23.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowledge - Lasting Service</title><content type='html'>Today I saw a woman at the shelter for the second time.  It had been &lt;br /&gt;months since I had first seen her.  She was returning to try, once again, &lt;br /&gt;to get back on her feet.  This time it had been months since she had had &lt;br /&gt;a drink.  She looked so much better - her eyes were clearer, her skin &lt;br /&gt;looked good and she looked stronger. She said that she had remembered &lt;br /&gt;what we had talked about when we had met a few months ago – diet changes, exercise recommendations, a focus on nutritious foods – and that she had been implementing these changes.  She felt empowered and vibrant.  She told me that the steps were small but that she could feel the difference between the times when she ate junk and when she ate healthy.  It was wonderful to give her a mat and a DVD and set up another appointment for next week.  It made me think that knowledge is lasting service.  I am ever grateful for this body of knowledge we call yoga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379535366402060929-7552388936358918256?l=workingtoserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/feeds/7552388936358918256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2010/03/knowledge-lasting-service.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/7552388936358918256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/7552388936358918256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2010/03/knowledge-lasting-service.html' title='Knowledge - Lasting Service'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06146231441639299848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379535366402060929.post-8612307954826642297</id><published>2010-03-10T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:40:46.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serving with Metta</title><content type='html'>This week at the women’s jail, there seemed to be a pretty strong &lt;br /&gt;sadness and depression in a few of the women who usually come.  They &lt;br /&gt;didn’t really open up at first as to what was going on, so I started &lt;br /&gt;with some sun salutations that included extra jumps, and soon we were laughing and sweating.  That seemed to open the doors for some real talk and real emotions.  Our discussion was on metta - loving kindness - to ourselves, to our loved ones, to those who challenge us, and to those who need it.  My heart breaks open when I see women who are incarcerated, missing their loved ones, sometimes their children, break down when they think about extending loving kindness to themselves.  Even though I haven’t been involuntarily separated from my loved ones, I know how often I've been challenged to keep my self-talk encouraging and positive.  I also know how challenging and healing it is to talk about what makes our hearts hurt.  It’s always rewarding to see the smiles as women leave to go back to their cells.  I wish for them that practicing loving kindness empowers them with hope for a better future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379535366402060929-8612307954826642297?l=workingtoserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/feeds/8612307954826642297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2010/03/serving-with-metta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/8612307954826642297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/8612307954826642297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2010/03/serving-with-metta.html' title='Serving with Metta'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06146231441639299848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379535366402060929.post-2963203987094330249</id><published>2010-01-27T09:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T09:19:48.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serving Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CNancy%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CNancy%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CNancy%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:"Cambria Math";	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:1;	mso-generic-font-family:roman;	mso-font-format:other;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;}@font-face	{font-family:Calibri;	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-unhide:no;	mso-style-qformat:yes;	mso-style-parent:"";	margin-top:0in;	margin-right:0in;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	margin-left:0in;	line-height:115%;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:11.0pt;	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}.MsoChpDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	mso-default-props:yes;	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}.MsoPapDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	line-height:115%;}@page Section1	{size:8.5in 11.0in;	margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in;	mso-header-margin:.5in;	mso-footer-margin:.5in;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I’ve probably taught 6000 yoga classes to children and adults by now. Probably 90% of those went really well, but last week was one of the 9% or so that felt like they were "touched by an angel."&amp;nbsp; The participants, all but one new to yoga, smiled the whole time, laughed at the word "caturanga," made sound effects every time they did triangle pose, enjoyed every minute of class, helped make up some irregular versions of sun salutation, smiled more, laughed and participated 120% even when the poses were hard.&amp;nbsp; After our relaxation at the end, during which we imagined laying in the warm sand enjoying the hot sun, we all sat up and stayed quiet for a few precious moments – not an easy feat when you are between 5 and 9 years old, and right before dinner. The privilege was mine,to share this practice and renew my gratitude for this teaching, with the lovely children from the Youth Services Initiative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379535366402060929-2963203987094330249?l=workingtoserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/feeds/2963203987094330249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2010/01/serving-angels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/2963203987094330249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/2963203987094330249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2010/01/serving-angels.html' title='Serving Angels'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06146231441639299848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379535366402060929.post-8382569258036685000</id><published>2010-01-17T09:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T09:06:49.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grateful to serve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Overall it was one of my better years.&amp;nbsp; I seemed to have settled a little bit more into who I am – still pretty silly but now in a little bit more sophisticated way. &amp;nbsp;Maybe a little more serious because of my work these days.&amp;nbsp; In the jail and shelter work that I do, I hear some stories that go beyond heartbreaking.&amp;nbsp; I see the resilience of women who have been through horrific ordeals in both childhood and as adults.&amp;nbsp; Helping them with skills to regain their health and to gain the confidence needed to make productive choices for themselves is high on my list for what makes a good work week.&amp;nbsp; What I see pull them through their challenges is their strong connection to their Faith and for some who are still seeking, the strong desire for their path of personal investigation that will find the focus of their spiritual life. &amp;nbsp;Harder than the stories are those who have lost -hopefully only temporarily - the desire to make life different.&amp;nbsp; Those that are too thin, too heavy, too beaten down, getting too little support.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And this is in one of the healthiest counties in the country!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I find myself becoming increasing grateful for the Grace that I’ve been given and I’m asking for more energy for this service that I am drawn to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379535366402060929-8382569258036685000?l=workingtoserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/feeds/8382569258036685000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2010/01/grateful-to-serve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/8382569258036685000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/8382569258036685000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2010/01/grateful-to-serve.html' title='grateful to serve'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06146231441639299848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379535366402060929.post-4744528380426779027</id><published>2009-11-09T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:20:46.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>needing to serve</title><content type='html'>This coming weekend, Satellite’s first teacher training begins. Kourtney and I are busy with the prepwork. It’s overwhelming and exciting. The exciting part is that we'll be helping our students to teach yoga modalities to people other than those who go to a studio and pay for yoga training. Oftentimes, one of the first things that I need to teach is the “need”: making people aware of the need for stillness of mind; of the need for self-empowerment over stress; of the need for proactive healthcare that involves nutrition, exercise, and a positive mental attitude; of the need to realize what feeling good really feels like. I always like to end my &lt;br /&gt;sessions with this thought: we need to serve, for our own personal healing and to feel our connectedness with the rest of humanity. This is karma yoga, a spiritual path that we can walk on with our clients.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379535366402060929-4744528380426779027?l=workingtoserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/feeds/4744528380426779027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2009/11/needing-to-serve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/4744528380426779027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/4744528380426779027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2009/11/needing-to-serve.html' title='needing to serve'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06146231441639299848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379535366402060929.post-2472976569851218722</id><published>2009-10-29T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:04:35.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>serving with my love</title><content type='html'>serving with my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This title is twofold. &lt;br /&gt;I always ask God to help me respond to any situation (personally or professionally) that arises in my life with the highest love, trying to model my behavior from what I understand has been written by or about the great masters: Baha’u’llah, Jesus, Krishna, Buddha… Trying anyway… Hopefully learning and maturing with each interaction. A new unfolding today brings gratitude, service and love to new dimensions for me: My dear boyfriend of two years asked me to share his life with him today. It was romantic on his part and dramatic on my part. We were overlooking valleys of fall on the Wildcat Ridge in NJ, he got on his knee, proposed, o so gentlemanly like, and put a ring on my finger. A surprised me cried a lot, managed to get and audible yes out, cried some more and finally managed to smile and laugh. I asked him to propose again on the road home so I could behave a little calmer and just because it felt romantic and fun. I am so honored to live, love and serve with this wonderful man. Now our prayers can include asking God to show us our path of service together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379535366402060929-2472976569851218722?l=workingtoserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/feeds/2472976569851218722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2009/10/serving-with-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/2472976569851218722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/2472976569851218722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2009/10/serving-with-my-love.html' title='serving with my love'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06146231441639299848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379535366402060929.post-3641073225491032818</id><published>2009-10-20T19:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:59:57.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>serving a cup of tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;This week both the jail work and the women's shelter work were easy. No one had any big issues. The biggest issues had the simplest most tender solution. A dear small woman, coming off some pretty potent drug use, asked me for some help today. She thought that some breathing exercises would help with her anxiety. It turned out though that she was too distracted by how cold she was to do any breath work. We went in the kitchen,I showed her where the tea and teapot were and I made her a cup of tea. I was hoping to find some honey to put in it. I ended up putting sugar so that she would have some fuel to burn to keep a little warm. She is scared to eat and doesn't seem to have enough get-up-and-go to help herself. I encouraged her to let the other women help her - get a bath ready - make her some food. She nodded and said "you care..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379535366402060929-3641073225491032818?l=workingtoserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/feeds/3641073225491032818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2009/10/serving-cup-of-tea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/3641073225491032818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/3641073225491032818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2009/10/serving-cup-of-tea.html' title='serving a cup of tea'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06146231441639299848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379535366402060929.post-9029911536668615379</id><published>2009-10-05T18:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:02:30.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>setting up business</title><content type='html'>I’m feeling a little manic. I think that it is a combination of sooo much work to set up a new business/non profit and hormones. Sunday I was trying to take a nap and I kept dreaming that my dog was doing her quiet polite barks to be let out.  I am having a hard time getting my brain to calm down.  Working to Serve, Serving to Work.  After many hours of talking business today, it felt good to teach a class.  We worked on feet.  Getting really grounded - and the awareness of feeling that groundedness. I love to teach and I really like business. I hope that I can make this business work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379535366402060929-9029911536668615379?l=workingtoserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/feeds/9029911536668615379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2009/10/setting-up-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/9029911536668615379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/9029911536668615379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2009/10/setting-up-business.html' title='setting up business'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06146231441639299848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379535366402060929.post-3324626126360881965</id><published>2009-10-05T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:54:38.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on my Yoga Journal Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5Cnancy%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5Cnancy%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5Cnancy%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;    &lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:Calibri;	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-unhide:no;	mso-style-qformat:yes;	mso-style-parent:"";	margin-top:0in;	margin-right:0in;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	margin-left:0in;	line-height:115%;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:11.0pt;	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}.MsoChpDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	mso-default-props:yes;	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}.MsoPapDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	line-height:115%;}@page Section1	{size:8.5in 11.0in;	margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in;	mso-header-margin:.5in;	mso-footer-margin:.5in;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its September, its snowing, I’m at the yoga journal conference in Estes Park, Co.&amp;nbsp; Hoping for some NEW INSIRATION. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was running late, trying to fight my annoyance and not be unyogilike.&amp;nbsp; Kinda like unladylike, but more green.&amp;nbsp; My business partner Kourtney is here.&amp;nbsp; She is in charge of the registration. She knows everybody.&amp;nbsp; I’m so excited to know her that I almost feel famous.&amp;nbsp; But the real reason that I’m here is to experience Desikachar. There he was on stage.&amp;nbsp; I had to sneak in because of my lateness, sit in the back.&amp;nbsp; Look yogilike. Sit still. My knee hurts. Prop it .&amp;nbsp; I’m trying to figure out what tradition these people in the room come from.&amp;nbsp; I assume that&amp;nbsp; all the people with their mats straight are Iyengar trained.&amp;nbsp; I’m stereotyping again.&amp;nbsp; I also think that I’m probably wrong.&amp;nbsp; Definitely &amp;nbsp;unyogilike.&amp;nbsp; Time to pay attention.&amp;nbsp; I’m having a hard time understanding him. I drop into being in the moment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ya hoo!&amp;nbsp; He gave it to me:&amp;nbsp; Find God in the koshas.&amp;nbsp; It pulls our teacher training together. And I got some quotes from him that are perfect “do you believe in yoga?” and “Everything must be adapted.”&amp;nbsp; It is fun to find a new teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379535366402060929-3324626126360881965?l=workingtoserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/feeds/3324626126360881965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2009/10/reflections-on-my-yoga-journal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/3324626126360881965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379535366402060929/posts/default/3324626126360881965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingtoserve.blogspot.com/2009/10/reflections-on-my-yoga-journal.html' title='Reflections on my Yoga Journal Experience'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06146231441639299848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
