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I Was Sick Of Not Seeing Women Running Outdoors Till It Hit Me I Was Part Of The Problem – The Ladies Finger

I, despite being a staunch feminist, was very much part of the problem. All the while that I’d been blaming others for alienating women in public spaces, I’d made sure I made myself invisible every time I stepped out of the house. I’d stopped taking buses and local trains a long time ago. My excuses ranged from “It’s too hot” to “It’s too polluted” to “I’m running late” to “People sweat too much in a bus”. I’d stopped wearing sleeveless clothes so as to not stand out on Chennai roads. A quick visit to the mom and pop store around the corner would see me kick-starting my bike. Even when I walked, it was never a walk. It was always a stride. With purpose. In one direction. Fast.Refusing to perpetuate and give in to the same fear and alienation that haunts most Indian women, I chose the beach as my place of penitence. For the first time ever, I started running to repent and to reclaim. On the first day, it was unsettling but for every person who looked my way, I’d tell myself, “This space, the beach, the breeze, the right to be is as much yours as it’s theirs.” I stopped hunching my shoulders. I stopped making myself smaller. I started taking full breaths. My chest rising and falling with every step I took. It was a liberation I had never felt before. As I ran, people watched. I never made eye contact. As the days went by, people still watched as I ran. But I smiled.I ran for myself and the lady shyly jogging on the other side of the track. I ran because I have every right to. I also ran for a future where my daughter never has to feel like she doesn’t belong. I ran for a playground that will have both girls and boys kicking up dust. I ran for a time when girls can walk down roads whenever they want, wherever they want, wearing whatever they want. And, I will continue to run till that day comes. It’s one of the many small, only seemingly inconsequential things I can do till the day no woman feels the need to write an article like this. Till then I will run. And, you can watch. Or…

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Moon Diet Plan: Extended Version

The extended moon diet plan covers all phases of the moon. As the light and power of the moon waxes and wanes, it exerts different forces and effects on the human body. In addition to the fasting days during the full and new moon (basic moon diet), there are other guidelines you can follow during these other phases to take full advantage of the moon’s influence.

via Moon Diet Plan: Extended Version.

Look: 84-year-old yoga master puts his peers to shame: Shanghaiist

The man is such a pro he’s even come up with his own moves, including the “Buddha facing the heavens” and the ‘”four dragons with a pearl” positions.

Hou has volunteered to help at the Winter Olympics, and encourages others to practice yoga to “improve their health and promote fitness around the country”.

To top it off, Hou generously shares all he’s learned to the public. He currently teaches yoga in a local community center for free in Zhangjiakou City.

via Look: 84-year-old yoga master puts his peers to shame: Shanghaiist.

When I’m No Longer Young And Beautiful. | Rebelle Society

And in listening to the music, I remind myself that the moments between songs, the bridges, the restful lulls are where I anchor my awareness so as to not be overrun by the intensity of it all. To remind myself that I am here, now.

So that when I am no longer young and beautiful, I will remember the music. And the music will take me back.

via When I’m No Longer Young And Beautiful. | Rebelle Society.

Saying Goodbye To Unrequited Love. {poetry} | Rebelle Society

I am a woman.

Wild,

complex,

made whole

by her contradictions.

I kiss you and cut you

in the same breath,

I breathe you in

and push you out

without batting an eye.

I ride waves you’re afraid of.

I swim in waters

that drink your dreams.

I kiss your lips

and leave a scent

you can’t conceive of.

I live in tides

that bridge you and me.

You draw me back

and pull me in

without breathing.

You offer shelter

in the harbors

of a closed off shore.

But my beauty, my breath,

is in the ocean.

I’m made alive by waters

you can’t explore.

Where is the lighthouse

that beams breath,

life,

love,

a home that inhales

the wave I ride in?

You, beloved,

You, dear stranger,

You exhale.

… you can’t breathe

the water I’m in.

So farewell my love,

farewell my friend,

farewell to washing into you.

I bid goodbye with a tender heart.

May loving tides fall upon you.

*****

Chelsea Roff is the founder of Eat Breathe Thrive, a nonprofit supported by The Give Back Yoga Foundation th

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