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 […]
I recently started working with a life coach. You know, those people who force you to get clear on your values, identify your goals, and then hold you accountable to doing what you need to do to achieve them. While talking to me about my goals, my coach said something that really stopped me in […]
by Carly Sachs, guest blogger
I remember shyly asking my classmates to take off their shoes, the school linoleum cold on our feet as we teetered and crashed into our desks and each other. The assignment for Ms. Rotar’s seventh-grade English class was to give a how-to speech. I had decided I wanted to teach my class to do yoga, despite the fact that I had never actually done yoga. So armed with my books from the public library, I taught my fellow students how to do Tree pose, Vrksasana.
Why I was so determined to do yoga still confounds me. I’d heard about yoga for the first time in the course catalog of my local Jewish Community Center under the classes for seniors, and soon after my seventh-grade speech, I asked my mom to sign me up.