The Kripalu Approach has been developed over decades, in workshops off the mat and in yoga classes on the mat. Thousands of students and classes later, our approach to living emerges as unique, specific, and profoundly transformational; it informs our way of being in the world. Rooted in the idea of Self-Observation Without Judgment, our […]
For how many years have I wanted my body to be different? As I sit here in the middle of my sixth-and-a-half decade, I look back and remember … Refusing to tuck my blouses in during my high school years, for fear of exposing my large (I was certain) rear end Always wearing sweaters in […]
Do you ever wonder how to outlive a food craving when it’s happening? Kripalu Yoga teacher and Senior Life Coach Aruni Nan Futuronsky shares her wisdom on self-observation without judgment and realigning in the moment.
I look in the mirror. I meet my gaze. A soft hum of criticism begins in my brain. Then John Lennon’s poignant song, “Look at Me,” comes into my mind: Look at me— Look at me—oh, my love. Oh, my love Here I am. Who am I supposed to be… Who am I supposed to […]
It’s Friday morning and I’m on the scale. I weigh myself on Fridays—more frequently than that potentially feeds my obsession with my weight, but anything less than that tends to close me off in denial. I’m on the scale, and I’m not happy with the numbers. When my dog, Lucy, died a few months ago, […]
Have you ever had success making sustainable changes in your life by being mean to yourself? Have you ever bullied yourself into change? Has white-knuckling it or an attitude of deprivation ever served you well? Let me guess your answer: Of course not. You might have been able to modify behavior for a time through […]
Like many of us, after dinner and before bedtime is the part of the day in which I might find myself hungry—not necessarily physically hungry, but wanting something to fill me up. As I trolled around my kitchen one night, some years ago, an extraordinary thing happened. I noticed that my hand was reaching, as […]
The ache of this memory is etched in time, reignited today in this cold December afternoon. It is of another cold winter afternoon in a long-ago December that I speak. I am 12 years old and I sit alone on the city bus in the fading light, heading up to the Hill Section and my […]