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		<title>The teacher within comes out..</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Awash in the glow of yoga, it is a beautiful thing. 10:30 pm on a Friday night and I am just finishing my practice. Not the practice of my day, or parenting, or teaching or being a student or wife, but an honest to goodness practice. Right there on my living room floor, no mat, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Awash in the glow of yoga, it is a beautiful thing. 10:30 pm on a Friday night and I am just finishing my practice. Not the practice of my day, or parenting, or teaching or being a student or wife, but an honest to goodness practice. Right there on my living room floor, no mat, no candles and a lot of dog hair. This is life folks; it&#8217;s not always pretty, but oh the joy&#8230;. For the first time in my 15 years of practice; and I am about to reveal yet another choice piece of contradiction here; I truly, in my bones, understand the phrase    &#8221; the teacher within&#8221;. I say it after every class and to be fair, I understand the concept. My brain can wrap itself around the notion that we learn often most deeply by observing and sitting with ourselves. But tonight; in this glorious pile of dog hair and living room yoga, I felt not just me observing myself, but rather my teacher. That part of my <span style="text-decoration: underline;">being</span>, NOT my mind, that moves beyond what I know. That part that breaks the bounds of ego and truly guides you. I think we all attend class for many reasons. The community, the force of group energy and maybe most importantly, the desire to be guided. Wow is that desire strong. If only we could give the freedom we fight so diligently for, to someone with all the answers. And how often we do just that. We assume our own inadequacy. Please believe me, ( I now, to the core of my being, believe myself ) when I say that guide exists in you. Come to class. Allow yourself to be guided; guided by the force of the group, by the yogi breathing next to you, by the teacher, by the experience. But  know, it is not because you are incapable. You are the guide, you are the embodiment of that powerful Om, that resonant sound of the universe. Bring palms together and to heart center; take your moment, and bow to the teacher within&#8230;</p>
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		<title>News from our filtered water spout!!</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2010 06:33:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We welcome some new and amazing practitioners in the coming weeks. They will expand our therapeutic services to include a unique yoga therapy called Integrated Movement Therapy. This approach, developed at the Samarya Center in Seattle WA, can be used from infancy through adulthood and addresses the many challenges life can set before us from depression to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We welcome some new and amazing practitioners in the coming weeks. They will expand our therapeutic services to include a unique yoga therapy called <a href="http://http://samaryacenter.org/category.php?category=imt&amp;section=imt">Integrated Movement Therapy. </a>This approach, developed at the <a href="http://samaryacenter.org">Samarya Center </a>in Seattle WA, can be used from infancy through adulthood and addresses the many challenges life can set before us from depression to degenerative and life threatening conditions. It is an exciting step for Elementum to take in its effort to provide a comprehensive and all inclusive practice of yoga.</p>
<p>In other news from our filtered water spigot, come and make use of our private courtyard and practice some yoga in the great Portland outdoors before we are called in for the season.. Any class can take to the sunshine if we are graced with her presence. We look forward to seeing you on the mat and in the community..</p>
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		<title>I had forgotten&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 23:24:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Our little community project or studio as it is more often called had it&#8217;s first &#8220;moment&#8221; today. Not earth shattering but exciting none the less. The lovely people at Portland Picks were kind enough to come experience a class in our space and with our &#8220;people&#8221;; you all, that is. After spending so much time [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Our little community project or studio as it is more often called had it&#8217;s first &#8220;moment&#8221; today. Not earth shattering but exciting none the less. The lovely people at Portland Picks were kind enough to come experience a class in our space and with our &#8220;people&#8221;; you all, that is. After spending so much time developing the intention behind this entity I must admit, I was curious to see what an outsider, of sorts, would have to say. What words would it evoke, and what would it look like, on paper ( e-paper, but still&#8230; ) through un-biased eyes. I read it several times this morning, taking it in, looking between the lines and picking apart every strand. I wanted to close my eyes and see what she saw. After about the 25th time through, it struck me. In the simplest of terms; what she saw was us. All the faces that I have come to know and love. All the bodies that have done me the honor of showing up to the mat, time and time again.</p>
<p>It is easy to lose sight of the blessings that we have when the daily struggle is so great. It seems as though there is a new horror every day; from catastrophic oil spills, to families losing their homes, to entire countries being leveled by earthquakes, you name it, it&#8217;s out there. And the problems are so grand, so much bigger than life, where do we begin. I had forgotten, just for a moment, that we begin where we are; we begin on our mats. What we do through our practice, as students and as teachers, matters. Every time we share that space, that collective breath, we make a difference. For a moment, we envelope each other in strength, in hope, in union. We reach out with that breath and expand beyond our little corner of the world. I had forgotten the power of Prana, the innate life force. What we give in our moments of yoga is profound; it changes us, and those around us. I had forgotten. What grace, to be reminded.</p>
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		<title>And we walk the line</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2010 04:46:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8221; What are you struggling to balance in your life? &#8221; Jason Magness of the YogaSlackers asked me as I joined the group for our workshop in the park. I let out a laugh which inadvertently turned into an embarrassing guffaw!! Seriously? Wow, how would I even begin to answer that question in a way [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8221; What are you struggling to balance in your life? &#8221; Jason Magness of the YogaSlackers asked me as I joined the group for our workshop in the park. I let out a laugh which inadvertently turned into an embarrassing guffaw!! Seriously? Wow, how would I even begin to answer that question in a way that did not open up my brain and dump all my most intimate thoughts into this circle of &#8220;happy go lucky&#8221; yogis. I quickly began to edit the drivel in my head and tried to come up with something clever. If you have ever read any of my other posts you will know how I feel about the notion of balance and whether or not it is attainable, so I will not bore you with that here, however what I did not know at the start of this adventure was that I would discover a new and profound definition of it all together.. We started with a quick warm up on the grass embracing all that was around us from baseball games to fly balls and kids crying; my kind of yoga!!! At last, some kindred spirits encouraging us to bring our surroundings in rather than block them out. Already I was in love and feeling right at home. Now perhaps this will discredit my yogi status, but again, if you have read any of my other posts the damage has already been done; I am often-times owned quite completely by my ego, particularly when it comes to feats of the body, and I do not like doing things that I am not good at. But alas, I had organized this insanity and I had to jump in. In short, it changed me. Strong statement, perhaps, as it was only a 3 hour workshop, but there are times when the universe converges to bring you just what you need; this was one of those times. I have a pretty loose definition of balance in general and it is something I have explored for many years. Despite this looseness I still attach a structure to it. I still have expectations and assumptions with regards to what it looks and feels like. It was a little disorienting to discover that my assumptions were as rigid as they were. I teach flow of all kinds, in life, in love and in yoga but how much of this was I living?? I lead a busy life like most. 2 young ones, full time school and the studio all demand much from me, and I have formed my habits, picking up and setting down, (more likely dropping in a large messy heap ) moving forward and talking the talk of someone who lives and breathes flexibility.</p>
<p>Time to get on the lines. 5 slacklines were set up between trees and posts in the park, surrounding us on all sides with the treacherousness of our assumptions. Time to let go. The ground was no longer what we knew it to be; not solid, not something we could sink our teeth into or even expect to stay under foot. Anything you tried to hold on to would cause an earth-shattering shaking, and chances of recovery were slim. But there were moments&#8230; There were moments of stillness that overtook the shaking, the gripping and the resistance. I would pull into my center, release what I thought was my holding, but there was still more. My resistance poured fourth like a river that had been dammed. How had I not noticed? How had I been holding so tightly and not noticed? With all that I was trying to juggle, I had grasped for control, subtly and over time. It had gone undetected. It was time to walk the line; to take a breath and let go; because when you are balancing on next to nothing, giving in to the profound force of nature, is the only way.</p>
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		<title>Join us for Family Night on Saturday, June 12, 4-6 pm</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2010 17:02:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Welcome to our first Family Night event! Bring your family, a mat, your sense of humor, and a desire to share your practice with your loved ones and your community!
Two half-hour sessions of led practice in the studio, with some fun partner playtime in between. First led session starts at 4:15, second session at 5 [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>Welcome to our first Family Night event!</strong> Bring your family, a mat, your sense of humor, and a desire to share your practice with your loved ones and your community!</p>
<p>Two half-hour sessions of led practice in the studio, with some fun partner playtime in between. First led session starts at 4:15, second session at 5 :15.</p>
<p>Maintain center in the midst of chaos, laugh as you lose balance, steady yourself as you regroup, enjoy the unpredictable nature of practicing with the ones you love.</p>
<p>Space is limited, so please RSVP by June 8 to info@elementumnw.com. We will be waiting for you all!</p>
<p><strong>&#8211;Family Night at Elementum</strong> (2368 NW Thurman), Saturday, June 12 from 4-6 p.m. Suggested donation $20.00 per family.&#8211;<strong><br />
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		<title>The yoga of space&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2010 19:54:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Space is necessary. Space is a commodity. Space is gold!!!! Sometimes it seems to be the hardest thing to find. Also, the very last thing that we look for. We work hard for money, we work hard for stuff, we seem to be able to find time; what is so elusive about space? Maybe we [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Space is necessary. Space is a commodity. Space is gold!!!! Sometimes it seems to be the hardest thing to find. Also, the very last thing that we look for. We work hard for money, we work hard for stuff, we seem to be able to find time; what is so elusive about space? Maybe we don&#8217;t know what can be held there; maybe we think it has to be immense to be of use&#8211;maybe, I don&#8217;t know&#8211;but over and over again I see people so crowded in on themselves. We are hoarders of our own baggage.</p>
<p>Is it this baggage that defines us, the accumulation of each and every experience that shapes who we are and where we sit in the world? Makes perfect sense that we would want to hold it. Like photos of our childhood, our first loves, the first place we called home, or the beginnings of the families we have created; we hold these experiences perhaps for fear of losing something. What a beautiful thing nostalgia is, right?</p>
<p>What I will ask is this; the next time you have cause to re-live a prized moment in your history, close your eyes. Breathe in the feeling of your body, the rhythm of your pulse and the sweetness of that memory. It lives in your very skin. We hold for fear of losing something that, we can not lose&#8211;who we are, the foundation that was built by our first kiss, our first love, our first loss, and whatever else you can think of, lives in each and every cell of our bodies. It shows in the glow of our smiles, the depth of our tears and the roots of our breath. It is something that we can never lose.</p>
<p>So let there be light. We move our bodies and take in each breath, to let in light; <span style="text-decoration: underline;">space!</span> It is space that gives rise to compassion; space that gives us energy to love; space that feeds clear judgement and space that allows us to be, all those things that we have spent so many years creating.</p>
<p>It is not the holding of these moments, but rather the letting go, which allows us to live our experiences; to be the mother, the father, the husband or wife, the teacher, the student, the lover and the loved. Without the simple act of creating space within ourselves, those pieces can not find their way. So we breathe in and out; we stretch our muscles, move our bones and we put down our baggage, piece by piece. We let in the light, and through the tiniest of cracks; we make space.</p>
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		<title>The only thing constant is change..</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 May 2010 19:46:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The only thing that remains constant is change!
Heather Rice is moving on, but has left us with many a great gift, and we were blessed to have shared some time and space with her. Thank you, Heather, for your support!
The amazing and talented Dana Levy has joined the full-time staff and we are looking forward [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The only thing that remains constant is change!</p>
<p>Heather Rice is moving on, but has left us with many a great gift, and we were blessed to have shared some time and space with her. Thank you, Heather, for your support!</p>
<p>The amazing and talented Dana Levy has joined the full-time staff and we are looking forward to all that she has to share.</p>
<p>Stay abreast of the new schedule and classes, new teachers, and the wonderful workshops we have in store, all of which will be posted on our calendar and announced through our blog.</p>
<p>The outdoor practice space is patiently awaiting the warm weather and, when it makes an appearance, as many of our classes as possible will move into the great outdoors. This means no more reason to put your yoga practice on the back burner for summer! We can enjoy all the beauty that Portland has to offer and still spend some quality time on our mats. As a community practice space it is our wish to serve just that.</p>
<p>If there are things, classes, workshops, or events that you wish to see and participate in, please feel free to share your many thoughts through email: <a onclick="if(window.location==top.location){Popup.composeWindow('pcompose.php?sendto=info%40elementumnw.com');}else{top.Popup.composeWindow('pcompose.php?sendto=info%40elementumnw.com');}; return false;" href="mailto:info@elementumnw.com" target="_blank">info@elementumnw.com</a> or by phone: 971-275-7717.</p>
<p>It is, as always an honor and a pleasure to share your practices with you each and every week and we look forward to doing so far into the future.</p>
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		<title>So much to do, so little time!</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Apr 2010 04:43:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We are bombarded daily by the mass of tasks we are expected to accomplish, both by ourselves and others. &#8220;If you can help me be not stressed out by how much I have to get done, you will change my life,&#8221; a client said to me the other day. This seems impossible; honestly, it kinda&#8217; [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We are bombarded daily by the mass of tasks we are expected to accomplish, both by ourselves and others. &#8220;If you can help me be not stressed out by how much I have to get done, you will change my life,&#8221; a client said to me the other day. This seems impossible; honestly, it kinda&#8217; is. For most of us, the possibility of removing things from that list is out of the question. We wake up, and before we have even gotten out of bed we are paralyzed by its looming weight: &#8220;The List&#8221;! It hangs over us, fogs our brain and eats our inspiration alive. Dark, I know; but bear with me, as there is a point here. </p>
<p>My dear friend and neighbor was over at our house the other day planting some seeds in a piece of our unused garden. (I know, blasphemy; an unused garden in Portland????? Story for another day.) They were sunflowers, to be exact…the Alice-in-Wonderland gigantic ones. She plants these every year, and my 4-year old son is fascinated by them. He looked at the seed and asked me, &#8220;Mama, where is all the sunflower part? The seed is too small&#8221;. He is right you know, the seed is too small to hold all that sunflower. It is, however, the perfect size to hold all that potential. What a daunting task that lies before that tiny seed; it must grow so much as to dwarf our big human bodies, and all in a matter of a month or two, (or maybe three, I am not sure). </p>
<p>But the sunflower is not stressed out by this task. It hunkers down in its bed of soil and cozies up for the journey; taking each step one at a time. A little water, a little work, a little snack, a little sunshine, and bit by bit it becomes magnificent. Each day it becomes stronger, more capable. It builds on the back of the previous day&#8217;s work. Not every seed will make it. Not every task gets accomplished. We plant our seeds and tend to our potential, knowing and embracing all the while that (guess what folks?) it WON&#8217;T all get done. Some tasks will fall by the side and some will become magnificent. </p>
<p>Bit by bit, we also build on the back of the previous day&#8217;s work, and we revel in each root that extends into the soil, each leaf that pushes above the surface. The trick is to remember, no one gets it all done. If we are human, we will leave unfinished business; it paves the path for what is to come next. It is the potential that will get picked up another day, or maybe by another person. If nothing were unfinished, we would be&#8211;finished, that is. Our unaccomplished tasks are our seeds. They give us reason to rise every morning and sometimes to pause as to where we begin, but they are a necessary part of the human experience.</p>
<p>We have planted many seeds here at Elementum and we are tending to them every day. Some will flourish and some will not.  A little water, a little snack, a little work and a little sunshine will determine who we become. This community is growing and we are cultivating its strength with every practice. </p>
<p>More classes have arrived at Elementum, and our sunny retreat from urban living is almost ready to break the surface of the soil. Please join us and our growing staff when you get the chance. Bit by bit, we are growing from our tiny seed into a thriving community..</p>
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		<title>Have practice will travel</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Apr 2010 20:32:00 +0000</pubDate>
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&#8221; I see a lot of advanced yogis out here tonight&#8221; he says through his microphone, sweat dripping down his face and eyes glowing; we all stare back at him, expectantly. &#8221; You know how I can tell you are advanced? You all have big smiles on your faces.&#8221; Can it really be that simple? [...]]]></description>
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&#8221; I see a lot of advanced yogis out here tonight&#8221; he says through his microphone, sweat dripping down his face and eyes glowing; we all stare back at him, expectantly. &#8221; You know how I can tell you are advanced? You all have big smiles on your faces.&#8221; Can it really be that simple? A smile to show how advanced we are? This begins the discussion of what a &#8220;yoga practice&#8221; is. How do we define it in our daily lives. Does it have a structure? Is it only yoga if you do handstands and arm balances, or meditate for hours everyday? I hope not, because if that is the case, I am in big trouble. This past Saturday I was &#8220;ton of bricks&#8221; reminded and reassured that the practice of yoga exists where you find it, and yes, so often that is as simple as in a smile. I traveled long and far to visit a friend and attend a concert by the now notorious &#8220;MC Yogi&#8221;. I watched as the crowed gathered and my friend &#8221; the great Mr. Livingston&#8221; stepped behind the turntables that supported MC Yogi. I felt the base and heard familiar samples from my youth. He held the microphone to his lips and poured out the stories of the deities who&#8217;s names we practice in class so often. Not as scripture; more like the comic book renditions of super heros and their amazing powers; powers that illuminate what is most universal and beautiful about humanity. What I was so pleased to experience was that in fact, no matter how the story was told the message was delivered. I felt that familiar feeling of light rise into my chest, the joy spread through my limbs and through my breath and my movement I was set free. Sounds like the description of a yoga class no? It is. We danced, chanted and breathed together; we sweat and glowed collectively from our shared experience. No mats, no quiet meditation, no yoga clothes. I shook my booty at an MC Yogi concert and it was the best practice I have had in months.</p>
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		<title>I do believe we have lost our way&#8230;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Expectations are a dangerous business; unavoidable as they may be. For example. I teach yoga. It is my life, it is what I do, what I know and how I survive. Who would you expect me to be? Perhaps I should have the right kind of voice, be vegan, never drink, never get angry etc [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Expectations are a dangerous business; unavoidable as they may be. For example. I teach yoga. It is my life, it is what I do, what I know and how I survive. Who would you expect me to be? Perhaps I should have the right kind of voice, be vegan, never drink, never get angry etc etc etc. You get the idea. Often times our expectations of others come from the attempt to satisfy our own needs. We walk into a studio looking for something; soft music in the background, calming candles and complete benevolence. A respite from the world outside. We need this, desperately seek it and come to expect it. It is disconscerting to think that our <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">yoga</span> teacher, of all people may have been flipping the person off in the car next to theirs on the way to the studio, ( I of course never do this&#8230; ) or having the type of day that drives us all to the mat in the first place. We have come to believe that the practice of yoga is all of these things. That meditation, spirituality and enlightenment are brought about by the absence of mess. By the candles and the sage themselves; and the more of these things you have, the more of this you project, the farther on &#8220;the path&#8221; you are. I do believe we have lost our way&#8230; Not because I believe everyone is broken or because I don&#8217;t like candles and music; rather because I believe we have confused these <span style="font-style: italic;">things </span>with the heart of the practice. The meditation is not the environment. The balance and compassion are not brought about by the presence of water features ( lovely as they may be ). It is us. The practice is us; showing up to our mats days in, years out, in the spaces where grace is with us and the moments when we feel most abandond by it. It is not something we buy or something we create. It is who we are at the deepest core of our being. Truth told, compassion is found when one human recognises themselves in another. Perhaps it is true; we are all one. Not because every action is something to be forgiven, or because we love all things all the time; but because of the complete opposite. Because we all know how hard it is to frogive and have struggled with it ourselves. My most profound teachers are not those who are enlightened beings although I revere and am grateful for them everyday. My most profound teachers are those around me who wake up to struggle I can only dream of, and keep going. Some days it is with a smile on their faces and some days not so much. The teachings are not the trappings. Living our yoga does not mean we have no ailments. It rather describes how we approach them. When everything goes wrong in a day do we fall apart or breathe through it and find a way to make it flow. I believe we learn in the trenches. That is where we open our hearts and where we have the chance to be human in it&#8217;s most beautiful form; raw!</p>
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