Life is too short, so love the one you got.


Live in the moment.

We’ve all heard this. Probably dozens, hundreds, thousands of times. It’s both sage advice and trendy adage: You can buy hipster magnets for your fridge, and probably wallpaper your house with like quotations printed off No one really disagrees with the sentiment…But hearing it doesn’t necessarily mean you actually do it.

We all get caught up in our day to day, or worse, our yesterday and our tomorrow. It’s easy to become too overwhelmed by how much you have to do, by what didn’t get done, and how it can possibly all get done in time.  So easy to forget that the only moment that matters, the only moment that’s real, is the one that is unfolding right in this very moment. The past is gone and the future is not guaranteed- this, right now, is what is real. And it deserves all of your attention. It becomes a lot more difficult to worry when the only moment you need to be concerned with is already happening.

Mindfulness is exactly this- paying attention to what is happening as it is happening. Watching the steam rise from your tea, listening to the crunch of leaves underfoot, smelling the rain on the asphalt- this is life happening around you.  How many sounds can you hear, if you stop to notice them?  Living in the moment allows us to fully appreciate the richness of the world around us, of our experience as human beings.

Do not let one day go by without reveling in the joy of being alive, because of all of life’s mysteries, death is the most certain: it will surely happen to all of us.  And if that day was coming sooner than you expected, or wanted, or hoped- would you still be happy with the quality of yours?



Living with Stigma

It’s not easy living with an invisible illness. The misconceptions and ignorance surrounding mental health can be astounding, though I am rarely the subject of someone’s ignorance and don’t always personally feel the stigma attached to mental illness. If anything, I feel the opposite, where my anxiety disorder is minimized because “everyone worries.” I try to be very open about my experience, in the interest of educating others and creating a safe space around me where people are not ashamed to talk about their own battles.

I have an anxiety disorder. For the most part, you’d never know. I am a grade 4 teacher, a yoga teacher, a world traveller, and am very social and outgoing. I love running school assemblies and doing presentations, and never shy away from a challenge. That being said, sometimes by brain misfires in response to stressors, making them seem bigger than they are. When this happens, I can become uncertain or scared or  tearful. Occasionally, if it’s really bad, I have panic attacks and suddenly everyday tasks can feel impossible, and I become paralyzed with fear.  Luckily, it rarely gets to this point, largely because I make my wellness a priority every day. Yoga has been instrumental in regulating my anxiety, and CBT helped me be able to rationalize my fears when they arise. Eating well, sleeping well, and exercising also help.  I am also on a low-dose anti-anxiety medication.  All of these things work together to manage my illness, though I feel strongly it is the self-reflection and yoga that do the most.

This week someone made a comment about me being too talkative and annoying them, and it was ‘probably because I didn’t take my medication’, because there was ‘a huge difference right after I did’. The person in question knew I had an anxiety disorder, but doesn’t know much about me or my experience other than that.

I can’t even express how many things were wrong with those statements.

Firstly, that’s not how medication works. At least not mine. Last year, when I experienced a week of everyday panic attacks, I started taking Celexa, which is an SSRI. It can be used to help alleviate anxiety by keeping a steady level of serotonin (the happy hormone) in my body, as it is believed that anxiety is caused by a chemical deficiency. Interestingly, medical trials show that a placebo is just as effective in treating anxiety as this particular medication, and I’m not even sure myself how much it contributes to my wellness over the other things I do, but I take such a low dose that it’s not hurting me either way.

Secondly, it’s a ridiculous oversimplication of medication to assume that my behaviour will change from one minute to the next based on when I take my pill. I could skip it for days with no noticeable ill-effects.  The benefits of this particular drug take time to take effect, and also to wear off.  If I’m talkative at breakfast and maybe not after, maybe I’ve just moved on to other things in my mind.

And most upsettingly, it is the fact that because I have an anxiety disorder, anything I say or do should be attributed to my mental illness.  It’s akin to women being accused of having their periods whenever they are in a bad mood. It’s offensive and ignorant. Can there be a connection between by behaviour and my illness? Yes. Does it drive everything I do? Not in the least. And being talkative, social, and positive are more likely to be signs of mental wellness- anxiety is not exactly known for it’s upbeat conversation. Interestingly, when I referenced taking a pill that day, I had actually taken an Advil. So how it was ‘so obvious’ that it calmed me down is a bit confusing. As far as I know, Advil doesn’t work in that way, though if it did we’d have a lot more blissed-out people in the world based on it’s sales.

It’s no wonder that people who struggle with mental illness are so slow to get help or resistant to taking medication. The stigma around it is overwhelmingly negative. No one would question a diabetic’s need or use of insulin. An illness is an illness. The more I have experiences like this, the more I want to share it, in the hope of helping people understand the complexities of mental health.

I do have anxiety, but I am certainly not defined by it.

How to say ‘anus’ as a yoga teacher and not laugh out loud

Maybe I should have actually titled this “How long does it take before you can say ‘anus’ as a yoga teacher and not laugh?”, because I don’t actually know the answer yet.

I’m a serious newbie. It’s only been a few months since I finished my teacher training, and unless you count me teaching my aunt in her living room (which I do), tomorrow will only be my fourth public class. I’m starting a series on the chakras, and am still trying to decide if I can actually put the Ashwini Mudra in my sequence and keep it together.

It’s not that anuses (ani?) are funny.  It’s not that I don’t understand the benefits of this mudra, or that I don’t have deep reverence for all my bodily parts and functions. I do. But I teach in a very small community, both yoga and elementary school. Two of my students are high school students, who used to be in my homeroom back when they were in grade 8. One of my students is a parent of a girl on the basketball team I coach. One is the secretary at school.  Three others are dear friends with whom I worked at camp with for years, where butt jokes are the norm. I can say anus- but can I say it in front of this group? Will they laugh at me? Will it turn the new students off of yoga? Will the 16 year olds be able to take instruction on how to contract their anal sphincter from a former school teacher? Cause you have to admit, that feels wrong in a lot of ways. And trying to establish myself as a yoga teacher in a class half-full of friends who know a different version of me- the louder, camp-counsellor, song singing, antic-filled me- will they think I am just a poser? A new age hippie yogi-wannabe? Leave it to anuses to finally make the new teacher anxiety kick in.

For now, the mudra is staying in my sequence- But I still have 22 hours to go. Whether I actually put the ass in my class remains yet to be seen. Stay tuned.



Everything changes. The only thing that doesn’t change is that fact that everything changes.

Much unhappiness comes from becoming attached- to an idea, a person, an emotion. Even happiness is a passing state- a friend once told me unhappiness comes from expecting to be happy all of the time. It is far better to view your emotions as passing clouds. Just be aware of them, good or bad, and be comfortable in the knowledge that everything is always in flux.

The gift of yoga

In the summer of 2009, yoga saved me.

I was experiencing anxiety like I had never felt before. I wasn’t sleeping, cried at the drop of a hat, and felt constantly sick to my stomach. I had already committed to going back to work at summer camp, and was really worried I wasn’t going to be able to function. I made myself a wellness plan- swim before breakfast and yoga after dinner. I usually practiced alone, but soon friends starting joining me, asking me to teach them what I knew.

In those hours after dinner in the aptly named Harmony Hut, I discovered a passion not only for my own yoga practice but for sharing it with others. Asana already helped me feel calm, but no feeling compared to teaching. I starting daydreaming about a future in which I became a yoga teacher, but had no immediate plans to make those dreams happen.

Over the years, my Monday night yoga class continued to be a grounding force in my life, providing me with refuge from my own tormented mind when I couldn’t find it elsewhere. Some nights, I would fight back tears, anxiety ridden and panicked, but always, always, always left feeling calm. It became apparent that yoga could not just be a hobby for me- I wanted it to be my lifestyle. Even more, I wanted to share it with others, and help them find calm in the same way that I did.

I took time off from work last fall and did a 200 hour yoga teacher training in Nelson, BC. I was initially just looking for a yoga retreat, until I stumbled across a website that shifted my perspective- and I realized this was exactly the right time in my life to work towards my dream of sharing this passion with others in a professional capacity.

And now, here I am, having just taught my first public yoga class. Some were new to yoga- others with years of experience. I nearly cried looking around the room, watching all these beautiful women breathe deeply and move from one pose to the next.

I left feeling so high. Teaching yoga is a gift to myself even more than it is a service to others. This is a path I am so content to travel!