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Crack open the magic

Crack Open the Magic! There’s something about St. Patrick’s Day that brings with it the magic of the leprechaun. I have had a love affair with the wee folk since I can remember. I truly believe in magic and I know that belief allows my life to BE magical. Why would...

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Reclaiming Armistice

Hello and happy 2018! I had the honor of being interviewed by YogaFit earlier this month in which I was able to talk about my trauma-informed yoga training journey and the huge debt of gratitude I owe to YogaFit. I hope you enjoy some history on my background. I'd be...

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Reindeer Magic

Two nights ago, my husband and I watched a Hallmark Christmas movie about Reindeer Lodge. Reindeers were hailed as a sign of true love. I’ve read they are also a sign of positive things coming into your life like new beginnings, good news, and even new love. They...

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My Grandmother’s smile 

Agnes, or “Agnieszka” as known in Polish, is my paternal grandmother. I will try to piece together what I know about Agnieszka and attempt to put myself in her shoes as I did for my maternal grandmother, Zofia. Amazingly in a collection of old black and white photos...

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Anxiously awaiting your next visit

I’ve written about my mother-in-law receiving the gift of daily songs from her husband after he passed in 2003. She heard those song messages every day from 2003 to when she passed in 2015. In that post I wrote “I’ve heard it said that communicating after you’ve...

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A Tribute to LaVonne

I started teaching yoga about nine years ago. There are two yogis in particular, LaVonne and Bebe, who have been coming to my classes since that time. Needless to say I absolutely adore them! We’ve become great friends! Last year I had the utmost honor to work with...

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Finding Zofia

I’m in the process of writing about my family’s history. From my trauma-informed yoga page: “My parents were prisoners of war on German farms (forced labor) during WWII. My dad was taken from his home when he was 17, my mom was auctioned off to a German...

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