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Breathing

All breathing should be done through the nose only; breathing through the mouth weakens the heart. The inhalation and exhalation should be the same length and maintained throughout the practice. The breath should flow smoothly without breaks in between and with a low hissing sound in the base of the throat. Long, deep breathing activates the digestive fire that burns in lower abdomen and helps to rid our bodies of toxins.

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Vinyasa; for each movement there is one breath.


The purpose of vinyasa is internal cleansing. Breathing and moving together while perfoming asanas makes the blood hot. Thick blood is dirty and impure, causing disease in the body. The heat created from vinyasas cleanses the blood and makes it thin, so that it may circulate freely. When there is a lack of circulation pain occurs. The combination of the asanas with movement and breath make the blood circulate freely around all the joints, taking away body pains. The heated blood also moves through all the internal organs removing impurities and disease which are release from the body by the heat that occurs during practice.

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We do not attract what we want; we attract what we are.

“We do not attract what we want; we attract what we are. The Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi makes clear that “it is in giving that we receive.” Giving aligns us with the way our Source of being acts; consequently, the universe offers us experiences that match our giving, supportive nature. ” Wayne W. Dyer

GUESS WHO”S BACK?

By, Ana Isela Mosso a.k.a. “Any Mosso”

I returned to my mat yesterday after a very HEAVY 14 month hiatus. In that time I produced another living being, ate my way through the whole Sees’s candy collection, tried (with no luck) to become a professional marathoner (there are too many in my town anyway) and buried my defeats in many barrels of wine. I went through Post-Partum Depression, Post-Fatso Depression and Post “Why am I having a kid at almost 40” Depression. My youngest daughter had big sister backlash that had her mad at anything that moved and was not pink and sparkly. My teenage son probably still thinks I’m pregnant&my husband is still trying to adjust 2 it all while watching ESPN.

So, yesterday arrives, the typical Monday morning blues sink in after a very frantic weekend, and I find myself sluggish, tired and not happy. You know that feeling? That “I am sure I left something turned on, why are they making clothes so tight, why are you people driving, please let my work be closed today, do not DARE smile at me” unhappy.  Mind you, my mood these past months has been not exactly Princess Pipper Pepper. I have catalogued myself as an ogre, a witch, Mrs. Thatcher, the Gestapo,  Imelda Marcos, Catherine of Medici and a 100% B#$%^. And I deserved them all.

I have attempted to reinvent myself, to take a shiner path, but couldn’t,  just could not focus. And then I realize: I have been trying and failing so much because I have entered into those endeavors for others and not for me. I have been trying to fit the standards of a person who  I am not, prove myself to others and failed time and again. Off course, girl’s nights out help a lot, chillaxing with mu hubby while watching New Girl brings the laughs in big time, and long talks with my sister remind me I am so lucky to have her and reinforces my position as the most wonderful sibling. But none was constant, and none was really truly working on my inner moi, the “Any Mosso” within that used to be ON all the time, that used to find a way for everything, that nothing nor anyone could stop. Because for that I needed the help of ME. Only I could help me, and seeking guidance of others to help me help me (God I sound like a toddler now) was where I would have to start.

So, looking at some photos that were posted on facebook by my yoga teachers Ana or “Any Corella” and Karla, watching their students after a class looking glowing, joyful to have tried a new position and even some having mastered it, content with the happy hell their muscles had gone through, delightfully tired and restfully calm after a relaxing Savasana, their minds clear and ready to take on the day like a newly minted superhero,  It was then that II realized that getting my sorry buttocks on my abandoned  mat was a big part of what I needed. My mind could not mend itself without my body and my body couldn’t not heal without my mind, and that is what yoga does for me,  repairs me from the inside out and from the outside in.

So, I contacted my teacher Ana (also know as “Any” to the inner circle) and poured my problems out on the deck like a gutted shark. Mind you, she is someone with whom as a friend I have gone through many good, some bad and some really hilarious “please nobody remember them” times so I was not weirding  her out with my issues. She is used to them, she can take it and she did. Both Any and then Karla volunteered to help me in my quest to save my health, my life, my well-being and that of all the people who love me and surround me (because I am sure some colleagues do not love me, not  at all).  Flow yoga is family to me, and as family always does, the long lost renegade  daughter  got invited back to sit at the table to sweat, to challenge herself, to free her mind, to calm her nerves, to feel the burn and to HEAL.

I started yesterday, and will continue today and hopefully will be there forever, or at least until I can’t do  Uttanasana without my dentures falling out. 

Thank you Any & Karla for taking me in with open arms.  We’ll talk about the muscle pain later!

NAMASTE!!!

 Any Mosso