It’s been a long time since I’ve blogged.  It’s not that I haven’t been writing, I have been.  It’s just that I’ve been writing academically for my graduate program in Kinesiology.  Academic writing is not the same as blogging, not even close.

So while I am ready to write some more material, I have a few other projects lined up.  One of these is rebuilding my website.  So, until I do that, I won’t be posting any elaborate yoga blogs.  You might find some of my yoga anatomy blogs over at Elephant Journal.

For now, I will post a few videos.  If a picture is worth a thousand words, then a video must be worth ten thousand words, right?

The particular video below is perfect for today. This semester of academic writing meant extended hours researching and typing. My posture suffered terribly…especially in my hip flexors and upper back. With my flattened lumbar curve, I’m already working against gravity for good posture. In this video, Leeann Carey and I look at “how to stand” – which is much harder than you think.

Enjoy the Yaapana Yoga videos and stay tuned for a new website.

As always, I’m available for private yoga lessons in Hermosa Beach, CA.  I focus on yoga therapy for everyone, kinematic skills for the beginning yoga student,  and proper alignment for the experienced yogi.

Much love,

Jules

It’s a strange word to say.  My sister, Marla, and I get stuck on it every time.  We know it as a German word and are thus inclined to pronounce it as such.  I think we’re the only ones.  So in attempt to fit in but still stay true to our roots, we end up stumbling and stuttering.  But here we are……

morning yoga

It’s lovely. It’s the desert.  It’s warm and dry and sunny.

We spent our first few hours here in Squaw Valley with Rusty. He made sure we wouldn’t forget about him the rest of the weekend – his spirit taking up residence in our hamstrings.  I mean really, Rusty, I love you always and don’t need to reminded of you every step I take and every forward bend I fold into.  Wince….

The evening ended with red wine and Pretty Lights.  If Rusty dwells in my hamstrings today, Pretty Lights dwells in my heart.

I’ve got 2 days left.  I wonder who will possess me next….