yoga: year in review

This past year has held a lot of goodness for me. It’s actually been more pleasant than painful. And I can’t remember many years prior when I’ve been able to say that.

One of the reasons this year was so good was my commitment and dedication to my yoga practice. I’ve practiced more consistently in the past 2 years than I ever have before—even when I was teaching. I made a pact to try and get to my mat, no matter what’s going on or how I’m feeling, at least twice a week. And I basically honored that pact until Gross Anatomy turned ugly. And in all reality, I should have STILL keep that pact. But there literally is not enough time in the day.

This is my year-in- yoga review.

It's my year in review because I'm honoring Samhain this year which is observed on October 31st. 

In February, I had the pleasure of studying under MY very own yoga teacher, Scotta Brady, in a workshop she held in New Orleans. I also celebrated my 29^th birthday while there.

In April we had the honor of hosting Desiree Rumbaugh here in Jackson! I absolutely loved Desiree and the way she led us and taught us the secret of rooting to T-12. That phrase is permanently stuck in my head.. “root to T-12…hello, T-12, come in T-12”.

At the beginning of June, a few of us traveled back down to New Orleans to study with Jordan Bloom. Jordan was a pure delight. His spirit and energy are contagious. I loved his teaching style. He is very playful yet very direct. One of my favorite quotes from him is, “It doesn’t matter how far you go, it’s how you go far”.

In August, we had the privilege of hosting (for the second time in the past 2 years) Noah Maze! Noah came to us from Los Angeles and out of all the yoga workshops I’ve participated in during the last several years, his are the most physically challenging. He pushes me to a new edge every time I study with him. I love the way Noah interweaves the ancient texts into our practice. He is a masterful story teller.

I ended my yoga year with none other than the founder of Anusara yoga, John Friend.

John comes to New Orleans just about every year during Halloween. It’s John’s favorite holiday. I was going back and forth about attending because of school but I had signed up for this back in July and had been looking forward to it all summer. So, I worked my ass off to finish my school work in time and I was able to go. And I’m so glad I went.

John’s enthusiasm and energy are captivating. He talked a lot about energies and spirits, which was fitting because we were in New Orleans on HALLOWEEN. One of the main things I took away from that workshop was the concept of light and dark…of death and life. How we must die in order to really live. How every savasana is symbolic of death. And how we must not fear death but embrace it. How we must not fear change or the “death” of things or relationships. How our automatic response is to cling instead of to let go. How it is imperative that we embrace whatever it is that comes our way.

However, although I had the privilege of studying with some amazing  international teachers, my practice would not be where it is today if it were not for my local teachers. Scotta Brady has been impacting my life for the past decade and I’m so proud to call her my teacher. As well as my dear friend, Tara Blumenthal. Thank you ladies for your endless support and encouragement; For teaching me what it truly means to live your yoga on and off the mat. I look forward to many more lessons and classes with you both.

Many of you know that I study yoga; that I’ve taught yoga; and that yoga is something that means a lot to me. But I’m not sure that I’ve ever told you why it’s so important to me.

Why do I practice yoga?

From the time I started studying and practicing yoga when I was 19 years old, I developed an instant love for this ancient practice. I was asking questions and seeking to understand more of what life is about. I wanted to find purpose. I wanted to know my purpose. I was confused and frustrated and in a lot of pain when I found yoga. I wanted so much more out of life. When I began practicing an asana practice at 19, I had no idea what would unfold. I had no idea that yoga would ultimately save my life.

As most of know, I suffered from addiction for a long time. I found yoga right before my addiction took a turn for the worst. With yoga, I found that internal peace I had been searching for. I found forgiveness and love. I found that yoga knew no boundaries. You didn’t have to be a certain color to practice; you didn’t have to believe a certain thing. It was all inclusive, it was warm, it was accepting. It was all the things that religion was not (but should be).

When I moved home from college, I met my best friend and yoga teacher, Theresa Luke. She had just started a yoga studio in Meridian. She took me under her wing and I became a teacher for the yoga studio! We were on fire. And it was hard to be on fire for yoga in Meridian, MS. But she challenged the assumption that a studio would not make it. She poured her passion and her soul into Laughing Llama (now Maitri Wellness) and it was truly one of the best times of my life. We went all over taking yoga workshops. Asheville, Charleston, Jackson…..We were a couple of open-minded hippy chicks in the middle of a very small, closed-minded, conservative town. Unfortunately, shortly after things were getting good at the studio, I took a major turn for the worse and was separated from Theresa and the studio. The next few years were really rough. I traveled down some dark roads. But I never gave up on yoga. Or rather, yoga never gave up on me. It was my one constant.  Even when I was in treatment (a nice way of saying “rehab”) I made time to practice at least 3 times a week. Yoga nourished my soul. Yoga taught me that I am worthy just because I exist. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve cried on my mat in child’s pose…overwhelmed with sadness and grief and despair and disappointmen. I hurt a lot of people during that time. Myself included. 

When I moved to Jackson to get sober in the Fall of 2009, I had no idea what would happen with my practice. I knew Butterfly was still there (as it was during my years in college) but I just didn’t know where I belonged or where I fit in anymore because I was so utterly lost and lifeless. I told myself I wasn’t good enough and that I shouldn’t be practicing because I’m a loser and a failure at life. I was a hypocrite who professed yoga with my mouth but did drugs and hurt people with my actions. I just didn’t want to fail…again. But, after a few months of staying sober, I found out about a 12-step yoga class offered by a teacher who was also in recovery. I grew so excited. Yoga for people like me! Yoga for the people who are failures, who smoke dope, and who aren’t soccer moms! And I went. as soon as my forehead hit the mat, I knew I was home. I signed back up for regular classes and made a commitment, no matter how good or how bad I feel I am, to get on my mat and do it again; to pick myself back up and start all over.

Every time I get on my mat, I start anew; afresh. And with every savasana, I practice “dying”……I practice letting go, I practice surrendering.

Yoga has taught me (and continues to teach me) how to live; On and off the mat. It’s taught me that no matter what is going on, I’m going to be okay. That I AM worthy no matter what I do; that my thoughts become my actions so I better learn to control them! That what I struggle and battle with most, is myself. I am my greatest and my worst critic. I am not perfect. I’ve practiced for 10 years and still can not do a lot of the poses. Just like I’ve been living for almost 30 years and have still not “arrived”. But every day that I get on my mat, I get stronger. I learn new lessons and see things in a completely different way. Yoga teaches me perspective. It teaches me that you and I are the same person. How I see myself is how I see you; and how I treat myself is how I treat you. Yoga teaches me forgiveness….ultimately of myself but also of others. Yoga unites my mind and my body into one flowing orgasmic ball of energy. How I use that energy is what matters most. Yoga teaches me that this present moment, is perfect. And it’s all I have. And It’s all I need. I used to live in the future. I used to project what would happen and worry about things I couldn’t control. Over the years, that has diminished. About the only thing I worry about now are my test grades. And I’m even getting better in that department as well.

Yoga saved my life. Yoga has given me my best friends and an amazing supportive community. Yoga unites me to you and I bet you didn’t even know it. Yoga teaches me to accept what is and to let go of what isn’t.

I could go on and on (as if you couldn’t tell) but I’ll stop. I could write a blog every day on the reasons why I practice. And why I love it. And why I know it’s the only way to go about living my life. But this will have to do for now.

I should tell you something before I go though.

When I got sober, I had no idea what my life would be like. If I had made a list of all the things I thought I  wanted, I would have sold myself short (yes, I’m sure if you’re in recovery and reading this you’ve heard that phrase before..but it’s true).

Not only did I get a second start at life with new friends and new beginnings, I also made peace with my past and people in it and am very happy to report that I’m back in good graces with the ones that I “lost”. 

And I know that although things are going great right now, they won’t always be good. Pain and suffering will happen again. BUT, I also know that when they come, they also won’t last forever. And then Joy and Happiness will come again too; it’s the life cycle; the yin and the yang; the good and the bad; the dark and the light.

But regardless of what happens, I know I’m going to be okay. I know that regardless of what institutions, people, or ideas fail me….that yoga will always be my constant. It will be the one thing that I know will take me back no matter what.

Because the light within me recognizes and honors that same light that is also within you,

Namaste

When we get out of alignment with Spirit and we try to make or expect life to be something different than it really is, suffering happens. We all experience pain and suffering, but it is not the quintessential nature of life. Just because the earth turns away from the sun and night occurs doesn't mean that the sun isn't always shining. It might be hard to see sometimes, but goodness and divine beauty can always be found if you adjust your vision just right. ~John Friend

*Top photo is of Sharon Gannon and David Life; two of my very favorite yogis and the founders of Jivamukti yoga.

A vacation is like love......

......anticipated with pleasure, experienced with discomfort, and remembered with nostalgia. ~Author Unknown

Well, my week long break has officially come to a close. 

and what a week it was.

Since this was basically my only school break until December, 

I decided to make the most of it in true Jennifer Nanney fashion. 

 Saturday (August 6th) morning I participated in a yoga mala for non-violence. This is my second year doing it and it's been such an inspirational and emotional journey each time. A yoga mala is 108 sun salutations. All the proceeds go to The Center for Violence Prevention.  If you are unfamiliar with a sun salutation, google it. It took us approximately 2 hours to complete. 

With my hamstrings sore and my heart full of gratitude, I headed on to Meridian to play with my nephew.

This little boy is truly the light of our lives. I don't remember what we ever did without him.

Sunday morning, I woke up at the crack of dawn and rounded up my boys for a little day trip to New Orleans. I never pass up a trip to the big easy. Most of you already know how much I love this city, but in case you don't, check it out here and here. 

The purpose of the trip was to pick up our buddy, Sean, from the Amtrak and to look at properties. The boys are moving there soon to begin their entrepreneurial adventure. I am beyond elated for them. Mainly because this means that I'll get to visit my favorite city AND my favorite men more often.

Somebody brought it to my attention (actually, several somebodies) that I have the hottest male friends ever. and I have to agree. 

They are gorgeous, fun, and smart (well, for the most part)

Girls, if you are interested, you have to go through my screening first. but don't worry...I don't bite;)

 and no trip is complete without Buddy Boo, of course.

After our whirlwind trip to New Orleans, I made it home in time to catch a few hours sleep before we were up and at 'em heading to the beach.

When I say "we" I mean my mom, brother Clint, and myself. I honestly don't remember the last time just the 3 of us spent any time together. It was so nice. 

Could my mama get any cuter?!?!

It's been 2 years since my last trip to the beach and it was my first trip to the beach sober. and i had the best time.

The first few days I did nothing but eat, sleep, and sun. 

and catch some rays, i did;)

I did absolutely zero exercising or eating right.

I lived off of doughnuts, nutella, chips, cookies, and ice cream the entire trip. which reminds me of this poster..

and of course, no trip to the beach is complete without a trip to the epic

Flora-Bama. 

I met up with my girls and we went to town. First to dinner and then to the Flora-Bama to see about a fling (as promised on my facebook page). 

We danced the night away,

 met some guys from Houston Texas,

 attempted to dance with them,

 they were the worst dancers hands down,

 laughed about their dancing, 

kissed them

 (okay, I was the only one who did the kissing and it was only for the camera, but still.....).

Girls, if you are ever having any insecurity issues, go to the Flora Bama. I was told all night that I was the most gorgeous girl in the place. It was almost flattering.

( side note: and who says you can't have fun sober? I've had more fun since I've been sober than I ever had when I was drinking. I remember how I treat everyone, wake up everyday feeling good, make less stupid mistakes, and am fully in control of my dance moves.) 

Having just finished reading "The Help" we all went to see the movie. It was so good. Just as good as the book, in my opinion. I cried more than I laughed. A lot of it was filmed in my neighborhood (Belhaven) and in my general neck of the woods (Fondren). It was funny to see our yoga studio disguised as a Shell station. 

Isn't my mother gorgeous?! She'll be 61 this September. She's taken great care of herself over the years and clearly, it's paid off. I hope I get her genes;)

Clint and I made the most of our last day at the beach. We caught a few rays (although I was already extremely red), read books, placed sports bets (okay, just him..i'm not that sports savvy), and ate the remanding junk food we had purchased at the beginning of the week. 

I feel most regal when in a towel.....another odd quirk about me you might not have known. 

and now it's back to the real world for me. fall semester starts tomorrow morning. back to my regular routine of school, yoga, grocery shopping, laundry, returning phone-calls, being awesome, community service, and spending time with those i love. 

it's not a bad life at all. 

in fact, inspite the sometimes difficult battles i face and the days when it seems that life has no purpose...I try to remember that it's still MY life. and i wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. 

thank you whoever you are, wherever you are,

for taking the time out of your day to read this silly little account of my life.

i never dreamed when my best friend started this blog for me that anyone would read it. 

and i get the sweetest messages from people i know and from complete strangers..

 telling me that they enjoy what i write about...

that i make them laugh...

and that i keep it real.

i was born with a passion for living.

living real and living hard. 

and it's a privilege that i get to do both on a daily basis. 

blessings to you, my friends!

may each day greet you with it's warmth and it's beauty,

 and may you realize everyday how valuable you are

and how much you are loved. 

i remain, 

as always,

yours

jennifer