Pay it Forward

"Pay It Forward"." It's about caring and sharing. It's about compassion and kindness. It's about generosity. It's about sacrifice....And LOVE. You get what you give. So give GOOD."-M. Anders

Well, where to begin....

I will start here the way I always start my classes, my social posts, my email blasts, and how I close my class..... THANK YOU!!!! Yesterday's article really blew me away.  The call came last week from Night and Day Magazine asking if they can feature me in their publication. How did this happen? Not sure, but all of you made it happen.

Thank you to Manasquan Recreation for giving me this amazing opportunity to teach in a kindergarten classroom, that some have considered "not a real yoga studio". It has been such a great year. And I have to thank you for making your way through the doors and giving it a shot. To those that have practiced in other studios and those who have never made it on a yoga mat and found comfort in SUKHA. Now it is time for me to "Pay it forward"

On August 21 at 9:00 am there will be a donation yoga class in the gym for Evelyn Morrow Mizer. Evelyn is a beautiful and strong one year old that was diagnosed with a very rare metabolic disease called Hurler's Syndrome.  While there is no cure, Evelyn and her family have been down at Duke University to find the best treatments.

A few people asked; "Do you know her"?

No. I do not. But Evelyn's mother Sue is cousins with Marykay Roberts who is one of my dearest friends here in Brielle. Marykay and her family have been amazing to my children and I. AMAZING!!! Her parents, her sister's (and their families), and her x-husband. Kind, loving and generous. I would do anything to help.   

"Pay it Forward"

How can you make a difference in this world? 

  1. Be attentive wherever there are for opportunities to help someone.
  2. Do something nice for someone you don't know (or don't know very well".
  3. Spread the word.

Bring your mats and a towel. Water will be sold at the class. $10 suggested donation.

SAVE THE DATE for Event #2

On 9/17/2016 the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention/Jersey Shore Walk will hold the event at Leggetts. If you are interested in walking with our team, we are walking under team "Camp Cooney". What or who is Camp Cooney"? Camp Cooney was an old Girl Scout camp with hundreds of acres in Montana that Patrick Patterson's friend bought. Patrick spent so much time there. Who is Patrick Patterson?

Patrick Patterson is the brother of my friend, our friend and Brielle resident; Bridget Sawitsky. Patrick passed away on March 22, 2014.

Patrick committed suicide. 

I asked Bridget if she could share some information about her brother. She did. This is what she wrote:

Okay where do I begin to tell you about my brother, Patrick. I think of him daily but still don't really believe he is gone, I especially can't wrap my brain around that he took his own life. This is so weird for me so please deal with my rambling. I pulled up part of his obituary to give you the basic facts of his life.

Patrick J. Patterson, 37, passed away in his home on Saturday, March 22, 2014. Patrick was born in Neptune, New Jersey and grew up in Manasquan before moving out west and settling in Stevensville, Montana. Patrick attended Manasquan Elementary and High School. He was a graduate of Paul Smith's College in Saranac Lake, NY. He was employed as a carpenter in Missoula, Montana. Patrick was a member of the Manasquan Volunteer Fire Department and later a member of the Stevensville, Montana Fire Department. He was an avid outdoorsman and talented craftsman. He enjoyed hunting, skiing, snowmobiling, and hiking.

Patrick was so much more than these facts just as every person is. Things I miss most is smile, his big fall on the ground laugh, when he laughed you always laughed with him. His big strong hugs. The way he always said "I love you" when saying goodbye even though the rest of my family never does. His sense of adventure and being true to himself. He didn't care what others were doing and never got caught up in impressing others. He loved nature, the quiet outdoors of upstate NY,Montana, Colorado,all over out west to Hawaii. His friends in Montana said Patrick had probably seen more of the Montana than most people who were born and raised in Montana. He was always scouting out new places to hike and camp, it didn't matter the season and the more remote or rugged the better. He was creative and great woodworker. He loved to carve in found wood making walking sticks, and sculptures.

He loved his family, his friends and his dog Sadie who passed a few months before him (if she was still alive I believe he wouldn't have taken his own life) . I believe he felt every emotion good and bad intensely. Below is the email he sent out after Sadie died. It makes me cry. I am including it to you so you can get a better feel for who he was. This happened less than 2 months before he died. 

On Jan 31, 2014, at 6:12 PM, Patrick Patterson <

You all have heard by now that our best friend,our only child, has left this world to be in a place where she will feel no more pain. She lived 15 and a half great years. Always waiting to greet us with a smile and a happy dance. True unconditional unjudgemental love.She has seen more of the Montana high peaks and backcountry wilderness than many Montanans. She will roam in the hills and in our hearts and howl in the cool mountain air forever.Sadie is the toughest girl I ever met, and has had far more than 9 lives, at 6weeks old she was washed down the Big Thompson river in Estes Park,shes been hit by a truck, anaphlactic shock, caught in a wolf trap, the shit kicked out of her by a heard of elk, lost her eye, another few anaphlactic shocks,torn ACL, among many other feet and leg problems, recent hypothermia, and many more that i will remember at some point,and after every time she was knocked down she got back up to fight another day with a smile on her face and a wiggle in her tail. I wish I could be more like my girl. I have alot to learn from the years of joy and happiness she brought to us.We have so many memories of the silly things she did and the long exhausting back pack trips that we went on and she was always their right by my  feet or chasing a squirrel up a tree(she did catch and kill many by having patience to wait them out) We have so many memories. Her bed is still on the floor and her water bowl still full. We will miss you Sadie. We love you. This is not going to be easy. Theres nothing left to do except smile smile smile.

p.s. forward to those who care

As I read it again I look for more understanding of how he was truly feeling. I have such regret that I didn't call more, ask more, I never made the opportunity to visit him in MT. I was waiting for the boys to get older so they could keep up with all the adventures he would take us on. My ex-sister in law told us about at a time he took her on this crazy straight up a mountain hike which seemed like it was in the middle of no where and when they got to the top there was a road there. He never took the easy way. Except in death. I can't say he looked at it that way, but I view it as an easy way out of the tremendous hardshipslife sometimes hands us. 

I feel guilty about the anger and the judgement I sometimes feel. I don't know what was running through his mind that night. There was no note. But even if there was I am not sure it would anything clear for us. The only thing I do know is he was drinking that night. I know he had several severe concussions in his life. I know he couldn't have been thinking clearly.  This wasn't him!!!  I am guessing he must have been so sad, so lost and lonely without his Sadie, with his separation from his wife, with the uncertainty of his future, with the inability to connect with his friends that night, and with his family being across the country not really knowing the whole story. I am not sure of the truth and never will.  I can't imagine his final moments and the thoughts of despair he must have felt. I feel sick and helpless to think how low he must have felt.  I think he was trying to protect my parents. In the couple months prior to that night two members of my immediate family had been diagnosed with cancer and we're going through there surgeries and treatment. Another sibling had been dealing with cancer for the last five years.  Patrick never burdened others with his problems, maybe if he did he would be here today.

It is all still a guess on what, and why it happened? I read somewhere you can't begin to heal from a loss of a loved one by suicide until you get past the suicide part. I think I may have gotten there by denial or by ignoring it. I get through each day on trying not to dwell on it. I still imagine him enjoying the solitude of the mountains watching the sunset. Where he is now part of the mountain. (We spread his ash there)


Thank you Bridget for sharing your story.

Let's all walk for Patrick and hopefully save another family from this tragedy.

Check in is at 10:00 am and the walk begins at 11:00.

There will be lunch, Basket Raffle, 50-50 and more. 

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Let's flow for Evelyn and Walk for Patrick.