yoga with fawn: 2012

Things to Consider.

Currently I am rereading David Richo's book The Five Things We Cannot Change...and the Happiness We Find by Embracing Them, and wanted to share a couple of the fantastic quotes he uses to illustrate his points.

Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still
Even among these rocks.
-T.S. Eliot

This is the true joy in life: being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one, being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap, being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish, little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.
-George Bernard Shaw

For we must be clear that to live or love only where one can trust, where there is security and containment, where one cannot be hurt or let down, where what is pledged in words is forever binding, means really to be out of harm's way and so to be out of real life. And it does not matter what is this vessel of trust - analysis, marriage, church, or law, any human relationship.
-James Hillman

Enjoy the light!

xo,

Fawn

Bring your favorite guy and treat yourself to an afternoon of deep relaxation with this special Father's Day Restorative Yoga class. Learn to take the effort out of stretching with passive, supported poses held for 5-10 minutes each. Class focus will be on common areas of restriction in men, such as hips, quads and shoulders. Go deeper with awareness.
(Open to students of all levels and abilities)
3-5pm at Shine Yoga, $25.

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Ladies Who Came Before

It is Mother's Day! In honor of my ancestors I'm posting some of my favorite images of the fantastic women in my family.
(reposted from 2010)

Love and respect,
Fawn

My Story

Being disillusioned with high school, I graduated early, moved out on my own, and headed straight from Vermont to San Francisco. Breakups, hookups, communal living, drugs, music, alcohol, college. Life lessons the entire time! The city raised me.

At that time I began studying post-modern dance with Theresa Dickinson, a wonderful Merce Cunningham/Twyla Tharp disciple, who incorporated yoga into our warm-ups. I found yoga eased my performance anxiety, and provided respite, an oasis outside the competition and stress during art school. With a body in constant motion and an alert, active mind, yoga gave me much needed stability. More and more I found myself carving out time in my routine to practice.

Today I practice yoga to increase my awareness of the present moment, to enjoy being in my body, and to be alert, fit, calm and focused. As a teacher I offer a safe space for people of all ages and abilities to practice yoga. I discovered Living Yoga while teaching yoga to youth at risk of homelessness; I heard that this non-profit existed that brought yoga into prisons and thought, now that seems like a population that could benefit from the humanizing effect of yoga.

I teach 8-10 classes every week, and for the month of May, I will dedicate my practice to Living Yoga.
Living Yoga manages and coordinates nearly 1000 yoga classes annually at prisons, recovery centers, and other transitional facilities serving people throughout the Portland Metro area who would otherwise not have access to yoga instruction.

Living Yoga is supported by generous individuals like you. Help create healthy resources for individuals working hard to change their lives by making a donation to Living Yoga today.

Here is the link to donate to my page for the Yogathon Fundraiser:
http://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/yogawithfawn/yogathon2012

Peace,

Fawn

Spring News

It has been months since I’ve posted, and don’t think it hasn’t been on my mind. The closing of my home studio left me in a scramble trying to find replacement classes.

Wading through the auditions, and terrible offers to okay offers, I realized how lucky I was at Montavilla to have a kick-ass student body, large classes, and perfect class times. I know, nobody likes to talk about money and yoga, but another realization is that Groupon kills small businesses.

As teachers we are nothing without our creativity. Some of us from that group left this grey town, some had jobs as substitute teachers that turned into regular gigs, others joined brand new ventures or expanded their offerings at other local studios.

I now work with several studios and locations that pay instructors fairly, give teachers a choice in style, and who foster an unpretentious community where yoga fits the individual not the other way around. Not only that, but I am learning constantly in each environment.

I also have seen many of you privately in recent weeks, and for that I thank you. Teaching one-on-one truly makes me a better teacher. All this to say I miss the community at Montavilla, and would love to see you in class sometime. If you haven’t come to any this year, please consider this a personal invitation.

In other news I am about four months pregnant, and my personal practice has become more therapeutic as I ready myself for child birth. Come see my belly sometime!

Namaste,

Fawn

Local Schedule updated 2/2012

Monday
7:00-8:15am Hatha Flow at The People's Yoga Southeast, 4246 SE Belmont

9:30-10:45am All Levels Community at PNCA, 1241 NW Johnson

Tuesday
10:30-11:30am Gentle Yoga at Shine, 2377 NW Westover Road

5:30-6:45pm Yoga for Strength and Balance at Shine, 2377 NW Westover Road

Wednesday
7:00-8:15am Hatha Flow at The People's Yoga Southeast, 4246 SE Belmont

5:30-6:45am All Levels Community at PNCA, 1241 NW Johnson

Thursday
Starting March 1, 2012
9:30-10:45am All Levels Community at The Old Church, 1422 Southwest 11th Avenue

Friday
3:30-4:45pm All Levels Community at PNCA, 1241 NW Johnson

Contact me for private and additional group sessions.

Sweet Honey of Failure.

Last night as I was sleeping,

I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.

Last night as I slept,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that it was God I had
here inside my heart.

― Antonio Machado

Things to Consider.

Father's Day Restorative at Shine

Ladies Who Came Before

My Story

Spring News

Sweet Honey of Failure.

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