ANN WILKIE ARENS

Michael Scholtz

EPHEMERAL BODY, ETERNAL SOUL

darkness becomes light anticipating, revealing, warming, lifting you are present, in this moment connected to all that came before and...

Shena Driscoll Salvato

RESONANCE THROUGH RISING

I fondly remember the the distinct difference it made in my yoga practice the moment it was suggested that I feel the four outer points...

Heather Doyle Fraser

ALLOWING SPACE FOR DISCOMFORT

When I think about what is rising inside of me during this season, I can’t help but look at the proverbial elephant in the room – a...

Ann Wilkie Arens

SPROUTING FROM THE ASHES

This March marked the end of a prolonged journey in my life. It was the month my radiant mother passed away. What an educational,...

Paige Nolan

THE SOUND OF RISING

If I sang my first lesson in rising, it would sound like a fight song, an anthem, a victory march. Toughness flexes to the beat of Eye of...

Ann Wilkie Arens

SPROUTING FROM THE ASHES

This March marked the end of a prolonged journey in my life. It was the month my radiant mother passed away. What an educational,...

Ann Wilkie Arens

BEFRIENDING RESISTANCE

Sitting with my palms together and wrists, tips of thumbs, and pinkie fingers pushing into each other, I slowly looked down as my...

Ann Wilkie Arens

A RECORD YEAR

There it was, I could feel it, the thick scratchy wool and circular shape. As I pulled the little black record with the red center and...

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