SUKHA South

Well, I did it!! Signed the lease for SUKHA South!! 

602 Mantoloking Road! 

The classes at SUKHA South will be held the same way as they are at SUKHA (St. Denis). "Non-Intimidating", good music and a relaxed atmosphere with essential oils and cold cucumbers. 

Spreading the "non-intimidating" vibe in a great area that is not over saturated with yoga studios. My goal is to try to create the loving, fun, community that we have at SUKHA for people who have never tried yoga or to a yogi who has been practicing for years and looking to change it up maybe for a class or two.

I am not looking to compete with other studios, and that was never my goal when the doors opened at St. Denis. My goal was to teach yoga with a non-intimidating approach and to bring amazing people from the community to flow, laugh, sing, dance and maybe cry. And it happened. I have been so blessed to have met all of you and I continue to look forward to so many new things ahead.

SUKHA may not be for everyone, and that's okay. 

As I say everyday in class; it is not a race or a competition; it is a practice. A fun-loving, practice with beautiful people in a great community and I am sharing the experience with as many people as I can.

There will be kids yoga, teen yoga, adult yoga and chair yoga.

There will be crystal bowl meditations and card readings.

There will be inversion workshops and restorative workshops.

There will be Reiki by appointment only.

Opening May 2017

Once again, I thank all of you for love and support and most of all the friendships. Some of you I have only known for two years and you have become a huge part of my life.

Be Happy

Be Healthy

Be Strong

Maribeth

 

 

Everything Is Going To Be Fine

"Everything Will Be Fine"!

Something I find myself saying;  "Everything Will Be Fine" to my kids, my SUKHA family and to myself during hard times. At times, it may feel like they are just words when you don't know what else to say. I truly mean it. With hope, faith, a positive mind set and a shit load of love; everything is going to be fine.

At the present time it does not sound so helpful when your friends and family may be feeling like everything is falling apart. Health issues, divorce, death, tragedies, and finance problems. 

Whatever it may be, it may not be okay now, but that's okay. It's okay not be fine.

We all go through tough times. Some suck more than others.

But you will get through it. We are strong and powerful. Have faith and trust. You are not alone. There is so much love around you to support you during the bad times. Stay strong and positive my friends. You got this!!

I found this AMAZING blog written by Heidi Priebe. It was perfect to read during class. After reading to myself last night and then out loud over the phone, it struck me. But not as hard as it did reading to all of you today. I found myself choking up and then the tear. (or maybe more than one). ha

Please read carefully out loud, to yourself and to someone else. 

Everything Is Going to Be Fine

You’re one year and seven weeks old and you cannot take two steps without falling over, even though everyone else around you can. You can’t speak without your words coming out in starts and stops. You can’t make sense of where you are or who’s around you, even though you sense that in some way, that it’s supposed to make sense. You often fall asleep in one place and wake up somewhere different altogether. But you’re okay. You’re going to grow up. Everything is going to be fine.

You’re eight years old and you are starting to discover there’s a hierarchy, even on the playground. You are not at the top. You read a lot of books, you hand in your homework on time, you do everything your parents say to do but it doesn’t always translate ideally. You’re starting to scrutinize yourself. The way your body looks, the way your voice sounds, the way you cannot run as fast or make others laugh as loudly as the other kids around you. You don’t know how to grow up right. But you’re eight years old. There’s a world outside the playground, you just can’t see it yet. Everything is going to be fine.

You’re seventeen. You’ve been accepted to the college you wanted, but your boyfriend got in on the other coast. You don’t want to be a high school cliche. You don’t want to have to move on alone. You’re starting to realize, for the first time in your life, that you’ll have to make choices that are not win-win. You’re going to have your heart in two places at once. Life isn’t simple or linear or easy to predict the way it used to be. Your heart is breaking and everyone is buzzing excitedly about your future. You’re not ready for your future. But it’s going to come, and it’s going to be better than you could have imagined. Everything is going to be fine.

You’re twenty-two, and at your college graduation. You have a job prospect lined up and a sky-high list of ambitions and more privilege than a lot of your classmates. But you’re not sure you can live up to your big, huge plans and dreams. You’re not sure you can make it outside of this city that made you into the person you are, with the friends who have taken up the biggest, hugest place inside your heart for so many years. You’re not sure you even want to make it. You’re not sure that there’s anything better out there. You don’t know yet that there is, it’s just a very different ‘better.’ Just a ‘better’ that is sweet in all the ways your current ‘better’ is sour. Just a ‘better’ that might not be better at all, it’s just happiness in a different form. A form you can’t imagine yet, because you are twenty-two and scared. But you won’t be forever. Everything is going to be fine.

You’re twenty-six and falling behind in every way. You’re more alone than you knew you could be, you’re more lost than you ever thought possible. Your heart has invested in too many people who left. Your plans have been built around too many empires that fell. You’re twenty-six and sitting at your dining room table with a steaming cup of coffee and the silence you’ve forgotten how to fill. You don’t know if things get to come together for you. You don’t know if you’re going to become one of those people who can ever say they got their lives in order. You’re worried that you’re going to fade away into insignificance, but you won’t. Because you’re twenty-six and you’ve forgotten that being found first means getting lost. Which means you’re exactly where you ought to be. Everything is going to be fine.

You’re thirty-four and you’re supposed to know more by now. You’re supposed to understand how to make a relationship last, how to structure and provide for other people, how to keep yourself in check when all of the shit hits the fan, but you don’t know. You’re thirty-four years old and there are days where you still want to curl into your mother’s lap and hear her tell you it’ll all be alright. Except soon you’re going to be someone else’s mother, soon you’re going to be the one someone comes to for hope and for comfort, and you’re not sure that you’re up to the task. You’re not sure you will ever know enough. Except you will. Because you already know everything you need to. You just can’t see that yet. Everything is going to be fine.

You’re fifty and you’re not sure how the years have gone so fast. You’re worried that you’re stuck now – on the singular path that you’ve chosen, on the life that you built with young hands. You’re fifty and you’ve watched too many of the people you love already leave you, clutched too tightly to what you have left. You’re not sure if the future belongs to you at all anymore, or if it’s only left for others. For the children taking their first steps, for the eight-year-olds sizing themselves up on the playground. You’ve forgotten that you were once each of those people. That so many times felt like the end, just like now. But it wasn’t the end. It never is. Everything is going to be fine.

You’re eight-five and you cannot take two steps without falling over, even though everyone else around you can. You can’t speak without your words coming out in starts and stops. You can’t make sense of where you are or who’s around you, even though you sense that in some way, it’s supposed to make sense. You’re eight-five and on some days you are twenty-two years old, with your college diploma in your fingers and your hopes and dreams aligned. You’re eight-five and some days you are thirty-six years old watching your child take his first unsuspecting steps. You are eighty-five years old and you’re not entirely sure, most days, if your life is ending or beginning, but a part of you suspects that it’s both. A part of you knows that there has never been a true ending before this, and maybe there are no true endings after. You finally know that you are every version of yourself you’ve ever been. That there will still be versions you can’t see yet. Everything is going to be fine

By: Heidi Priebe

 

 

How the Grinch Found Yoga

This is GENIUS!!! For everyone. Instructors and students

Please read this AMAZING poem by Via Lyn Gerfin Kehoe

Elephant Journal 11/20/16

When last we left off in the Yogaville district,
The Grinch had Found Yoga, his heart optimistic.
Dedicated yogi he was, trekking to town every day.
Heading straight to the studio, never going astray.
One day in particular as he walked in with his mat,
A new flyer was posted, he stopped in his tracks.
With eyes growing wider, he lost his Grinch cool.
In bold letters, he read: Yoga Teacher School!

Then the teacher strolled in; the breathing started.
The practice began, his effort half-hearted.
His mind so distracted, excitement barely contained.
He remained calm on the outside. The inside he strained.
And the more the Grinch thought of this whole teaching thing,
The more the Grinch knew he must do this training!
And the longer he pondered, with wheels endlessly turning,
His head grew bigger, his ego mindlessly yearning.
“Why, for two years now I’ve come to this space!
I know I can do it, I can take over this place!
I will be the best teacher this town’s ever known.
From miles they’ll come, they will build me a throne!”

So with focus and agenda, his journey began.
He studied and practiced, fine-tuned his Grinch plan.
Bought all the books, memorized all the right words.
Practiced the sequence, his goal never deferred.
And the day finally came, his certificate arrived.
He gave his dog a sly smile, and then a high five.
Of course, first on his list, doing what all legit teachers do,
He opened a Twitter account and a Facebook page too.
He took a few selfies; upside down in the snow.
Posted on Instagram with requisite yogic style prose.
He filmed YouTube videos, with his dog Max as his pupil.
It took only one day, and his followers quadrupled!

This was still not enough for his yogi star scheme,
The final touch was added, a completion of his dream.
A new studio he began building on top of Mount Crumpit.
He called it Grinch Yoga. Well, that pretty much summed it.

As he stood on his mountain, looking down at the town.
His shifty eyes landed on his final takedown.
Watching the yogis, the tall and the small,
Bustling to class, this would not do at all!
So just for good measure in the middle of the night,
The Grinch snuck into his old studio and stole everything in sight!
He took all of the mats! The candles for lighting!
The sign on the outside! His emotions delighting!
All the pictures on the wall! All the cubbies in the hall!
All the lights that were hanging! He left nothing installed!
He stole all of the schedules and workshop brochures.
Then he snatched his teacher’s notes, just to be sure!
And then, just in case all that wasn’t sufficient,
He tweeted cruel words. A clearly Grinchish decision.

And before you could say #yogaeverydamnday,
His new home was completed; Grinch Yoga here to stay.
He bounded through the door, new clothes on display.
Prepared to teach his first class, without any delay.
His teacher’s words mastered, his yoga jam cued.
Exuberant and giddy to the utmost magnitude.
With great confidence and ease he patiently waited.
His ego, of course, 10 sizes inflated!

He waited, and waited and waited all day.
But not one yoga student came, not one,
Through the doorway!
And there the Grinch remained, puzzling for hours.
No sense to be made. Why, he had even planted fake flowers!

As he sat on his mat in deep contemplation,
He heard a soft noise, a humming vibration.
He looked out of his window; eyes followed the sound.
He shook in surprise as he gazed down at the crowd.
And he shook, and he shuddered at this most disturbing of views!
In the yoga studio he had emptied, the yoga class grew!
They twisted and turned and chanted away.
Nothing the Grinch did had ruined their day!

“No, it can’t be! I’ve done everything right!
Photos and followers! Hashtags and websites!
New floors and fresh paint, in perfect location.
Thousands I spent on this yoga education!”

And then what the Grinch did, without even thinking,
He packed up old Max, crept to town, his pride shrinking.
He walked into the studio, well, some would say slunk.
But all would agree his high hopes had been sunk.
He looked at his teacher, Yogi Lou Who,
With questioning eyes, heavy heart, feeling blue.
And she tilted her head, raised an eyebrow.
Told him to sit and to get rid of his frown.
And with a slight wink, she proceeded to speak:

You can’t steal yoga, within is what you seek.

It’s not a fancy pose. It’s not rhyming prose.
It’s not a personal platform, for a Cirque de Soleil show.
No matter the location or the color of the walls.
The flowers planted. The track lights installed.

Doesn’t matter the words strategically placed.
What matters are actions executed with grace.
Followers will follow, and likers will like.
But none of this matters if you behave with dislike.

For students to emerge you must teach from your heart.
It’s inside of you too; it just needs a jumpstart.
The only way out is to go through, the only way through is to go in.
You must do the hard work, stop believing your own spin.
Some days will be easy; others will not.
(On those days, two words: tequila shot!)
It’s an ongoing process this self-study thing,
But in the end will be discovered the best kind of bling.
The glow from the inside will be quite distinct,
When your intentions and actions are completely in sync.

And the knowledge you search for, you already possess.
At this moment it is there, it just needs to be accessed.
Your purpose discovered. Clearly defined.
It is here, my Grinch friend, you will find peace of mind.

And this wisdom you have can not be shanghaied.
No matter what happens. Though, some will surely try.
Oh, they will try! Oh yes! They will try, try, try, try!
But when they go low it will teach you instead how to fly!
Keep the focus on you and others won’t matter.
Silence you will find, trumps the meaningless chatter.

And it won’t be about selfies or how many likes.
Your followers on Facebook or a playlist contrived.
It won’t be something learned in two hundred hours.
Your silent voice inside contains all your power.
And it won’t be what’s trendy or Instagram fame.
Or the RYT letters you attach to your name.
Find the teacher inside, and the students will appear.
Not always an easy task. Trust yourself and don’t compare.

So, back to his mat went the Grinch and his Self.
Old Max snoozing soundly in his bed on the shelf.
His playlist deleted, his pride feeling cheated.
But the worst part of it all, his spirit depleted.
He got out of his head and started to work in.
It didn’t take long for the transformation to begin.
He found his way back to where he began.
And slowly let go of his Grinchy yoga plan.
His ego grew weaker, his monkey mind meager.
His compassion expanded, mindfulness was eager.
His goals disappeared, replaced with intention.
And in this still space, he found his connection.

And what happened then? A revelation some say.
The door opened up, students walked in and stayed.
They laid down their mats, spaced barely an inch.
They all stood together, surrounding the Grinch.
And the Grinch looked around, not believing his eyes.
They finally opened up as he slowly realized…
“This teaching it seems doesn’t come from a book,
Not words that are mimicked or how a studio looks.
It’s not perfect alignment or abdominal locks.
Not master playlists or five different props.
It’s not how you speak, or the way that you walk.
It’s in owning your truth and walking the talk.”

Then, the Grinch found his voice, and also his heart.
(A bit shaky at first, but an impressive good start.)
He guided the practice; they breathed and they flowed.
Compassion and honesty always in tow.

In unison, they moved. Together sang the last Om….
And there in his Self, the Grinch finally found home.

~

Author: Lyn Gerfin Kehoyo

Editor: Toby Israel

~

 

Real Men Do Yoga

I have many men that take yoga at SUKHA. But not enough. Yoga is not just for women in leggings. Yoga is for everyone. Especially men.

So many men that I have spoken to keep saying "I am dying to try", or "I can't touch my toes", or "I will be to your class soon, I just have to loose more weight first". 

Here's the deal my friends, yoga is a full body workout. It's not all about chanting, meditating, talking about feelings or other stereo types that most of you think. Yoga builds strength, increases flexibility, improves balance, stability, sleep and relaxation. I am not sure that lifting weights, and running as it tightens up all of your muscles in the process can do all of the above. 

If you still can't get over that you think it's too girly, take a look at all of the professional athletes that are practicing yoga. Torrey Smith, Evan Longoria, Vernon Davis, Kevin Love, Steven Jackson, Sean Burke, Blake Griffin, Victor Cruz, Dirk Nowitzki, Russell Wilson, Kevin Garnett, Tom Brady, Shaquille O'Neal, Ray Lewis, and Lebron James just to name a few. 

Feeling intimidated?? Don't. Come try at SUKHA. The "Non-Intimidating" Yoga studio. Both men and women practice here. We laugh, dance, sing, flow, learn and grow together. No competition goes on in this studio. EVER!!!

Here is a testimonial from one of my male students:

"My adult fitness life has evolved around lifting weights, biking and boxing.  All great workouts, however shortens the muscle and if you don't stretch properly flexibility is non existent.  18 months ago I tried yoga with MB, thinking it would be easy except for touching my toes.  It was just the opposite. It was hard, intense and the sweat poured out of me like a spin class.  What an incredible workout. 

Today, 18 mos later I am stronger with leaner muscle and can almost touch my toes. 

Practicing yoga is a great compliment to your other workout routines, it strengthens your core, promotes better breathing, and helps with flexibility. 

I highly recommend yoga as a great life-long workout."-S.H.

 Try it. It will change your life by improving your other workouts, prevent injury, increases libido and sexual performance, relieves chronic lower back pain, and reduces stress and helps you sleep better.

So, leave your ego at the door along with your leggings and incense. Wear your oldest basketball shorts and your Bud Light t-shirt from 1992. Because no one inside SUKHA cares what you wear. If you want to wear leggings, of course feel free. As long as you let me take your pic!!!

Be happy

Be healthy

Be strong

Maribeth