Welcoming Spring 3/22 at NEST+ Apple Blossom in April!
Dear Bay Area and Environs Yogis!
Are you feeling on the wobbly side these days? Are you needing to douse in Spring energy? May be joining us for the special Spring Equinox workshop at Nest Yoga, Oakland might revitalize and bring a little inner balance into these bizarre days.
3/22 Sunday 12-2.30pm ¡Balancing! - Celebrate the Spring Equinox
All info at this link; please share with friends and fam. It’s always such a delight to be at this wonderful and unique studio. https://www.maryyoga.com/calendar/balancing-nest
4/8-12/26 Outdoor Meditation and Yoga Retreat - Knowing Our True Nature
We are a month away from a very precious retreat time on the property where I live with 8 other adults and 4 kids - Pomo Tierra, Mendocino County. Last year was the first time we arranged this retreat which is outdoors, and invites the practices of meditation and yoga and the natural world to open to a full hearted and embodied awareness. Kirsten Rudestam, an amazing Insight meditation teacher and outdoors guru, will be guiding the meditation and yours truly will be bringing poetry and yoga to the midst. Last year was such a magical experience, partly because quite a few local young people of my daughter’ generation attended along with my dear fellow stewards of this land. We would love to share this time with you.
The basic fee is very reasonable and if you are financially challenged, you can request a scholarship from our sponsor Off Grid Retreats. Tuition, as is tradition, is dana based. So for those of you who have been seeking some retreat time with a small group, that’s affordable and outdoors in a lovely part of the world, JOIN US! A few spaces left as of 3/9/26.
Info here: https://www.maryyoga.com/calendar/ptretreat26
A wonderful Spring Celebrating poem……
In Case I Forget to Say It Enough from Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
Thank you for this day made
of wind and rain and sun and the scent
of old-fashioned lilacs. Thank you
for the pond and the slippery tadpole
and the wild iris that opened beside the pond
last week, so pale, so nearly purple,
their stems already flagged and bent.
Thank you for the yellow morels hiding in the field grass,
the ones we can only see when we are already
on our knees. And thank you for the humming
that rises out of the morning as if mornings
are simply reasons to hum. What a gift,
this being alive, this chance to encounter the world.
What a gift, this being a witness to spring—
spring in everything. Spring in the way
that we greet each other. Spring in the way the golden eagle
takes to the thermals and spirals up to where
we can barely see the great span of its wings.
Spring in the words we have known
since our births. Like glory. Like celebrate.
