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19 Months Later...

It’s been over a year and a half since I wrote one of these “long form” blog pieces (although you could probably argue that some of my Instagram captions teeter on being long enough to be considered blogs) and truly, I didn’t really think I’d want to come back to this format.

You see, it sort of became common knowledge that blogging was dead. Our brains are out of shape when it comes to reading things longer than 140 characters or an IG caption. So why write long form if nobody is going to read it?

Well, because the RIGHT people are going to read it. It occurred to me that I still enjoy reading longer, thought provoking pieces of writing. And the people I want as my audience and clients are like me.

One point for returning to blogging.

Secondly, I have too much to say for Instagram (and I despise Twitter). I often want to talk about much more than is appropriate for a caption. Plus, if my audience is like me, they’re mostly there for photos anyway. Having a platform and space to share my knowledge and thoughts - another point for blogging.

Finally, and most importantly from a business standpoint, I don’t own any of my FB or IG content. And you don’t own yours either. Remember when IG went down for the day? What if it stayed down forever? Every single thing you’ve ever posted would be completely GONE. Your followers (aka audience) would be gone. What would you do then?

I hadn’t fully thought through this until I listened to an episode of Maestro on The Mic, the podcast from The Movement Maestro, with Jill Coleman. They get into this a little, but they also talk generally about diversifying. Social media platforms are great (they’re free, they’re easy) but they only go so far. You need other avenues - an e-mail list (I’ve got one, are you on it?) and some form of your own content (audio, written, or visual) that lives off of social media. And since I don’t understand YouTube and think there are plenty of great podcasts out already - blogging is where I live for now.

3 points for blogging. So welcome (or welcome back) to the blog!

The content will be drastically different than it used to be (but the old content lives on, for shits and giggles). The Spiritual Badass Blog tackles topics on mindfulness, movement, and where they intersect. It’s for athletes, students, teachers, and those who want to learn more about their mind, their body, and the connection between the two. It will keep you up to date with classes, workshops, and offerings - both in person (found here on my schedule and retreats pages) and online (found on The Spiritual Badass Academy website). It may resonate with you and it may really piss you off. Both are good. And if you’re still reading, there’s a good chance this blog is for you!

So thank you - let’s do this!

What I'm Into Wednesday - One For The Books.

I'm writing this week's blog coming off of my final Vinyasa and Vino retreat of 2017. What started as a harebrained idea to combine my teaching yoga with my parent's winery manifested itself into two full blown weekend retreats. And they were awesome.

This second one consisted of yummy brunch and shopping in Portland, lots of yoga, more wine, a trip to Mt. St. Helens, some outdoor games, plenty of food, the best ice cream on the planet, and much much more. 

The six women who came together for this weekend blew my mind. 2 20-somethings who own a nut butter empire, 2 marine biologists, a lawyer, and an engineer. Some of the most intelligent, caring, hilarious, and powerful women in my world. And they bonded immediately. 

It's special to see women support each other, show up for each other, and live without abandon.

I can only hope to fill next year's retreats with more of the same! Want to go? Let me know and I'll put you on the waiting list!

For now, here's some amazingness from last weekend.

xoxo 

LP

 

HEAR

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There's something just so unique about the crunch of gravel underfoot and of heavy breathing in the air. The Saturday morning of our retreat began with a November Project style workout (thanks to the insistence of one of our favorite retreat attendees). So what does one do when in the woods and planning a workout? Use what you have! You picked up a piece of firewood, ran just over a quarter mile, stacked the wood up to build a tall Lincoln Log like structure, bunny hopped up some stairs to the firepit or lunged into the woods. Rinse and repeat. It was funny, hard, and thoroughly enjoyed by all!

SMELL

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The smell and feel of a warm summer afternoon is unmistakable. Being able to sit outside on a patio with a flight of wine and the worlds yummiest charcuterie board is some serious icing on the cake. The last evening of our retreat was dedicated to tasting the white wine (and rose) that my parents make and pairing the tastings with cheese, bread, crackers, spreads, meats, olives, etc. The hours of laughs, refills of glasses, and plates of shared food made for a memorable experience. 

SEE

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The weekend at the winery was bookended with half days in Portland. We started on Thursday on SE Hawthorne with brunch at Harlow (YUM) and wandering through cute and classic Portland shops and ended on Sunday with a trip to Salt & Straw (which is coming to SD this fall, YAY!) and Powell's Books. This quote was found on the wall at one of the shops on Hawthorne. But the food and the vibe of the city's different neighborhoods truly is one you have to see for yourself. 

TASTE

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I mentioned above that two of the attendees to this retreat were the founders of a nut butter empire. Enter Keeley and Erika, co-founders of Wild Friends Foods. What started as a weekend food experiment in their apartment during college has blossomed into a full fledged (and successful) business. Wild Friends has a while variety of nut butters and blends and is found in stores all across America - from Sprouts to Costco and more. Besides the delicious nut butters (which is a reason in and of itself to support the company) the 24 and 26 year old co-founders are powerhouses of business women and inspire the hell out of me. 

LAST, BUT NOT LEAST...

DO

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I did a thing. I wrote a book. Like a real, bound, published book. Critical Anatomy is an anatomy book for yoga practitioners and teachers. The first half of the book is an introduction to the most crucial anatomy and physiology information that you need to practice (or teach) yoga safely. The second half of the book is a workbook that yoga teachers can use in their teacher trainings to instruct future teachers on anatomy. The book has been about a year long labor of love and my mind is blown that it's come to fruition. The test book (as seen in the photo) came while I was gone this weekend and after reviewing it, the book has been made available for purchase. It should be able to be found on Amazon within the next 2-4 days by searching for my name or for "Critical Anatomy"! EEK. Apparently I'm a published author now.

What I'm Into Wednesday - The Travel Edition

So, initially I was going to make this all about Portland, using it as a recap of sorts of my very first Vinyasa and Vino retreat this past weekend. But then I realized that I'm travelling again this weekend and that while some of the things I've been thinking about this week have been all about PDX, many others are about travel in general.

So in the spirit of jetsetting... What I'm Into Wednesday - The Travel Edition!

See

One of my favorite parts about travelling, specifically back to the PNW (Pacific NorthWest), is seeing the different terrain and landscape. And my absolute favorite part of the landscape up there is the mountains! They are huge, covered in snow, and breathtaking. I snapped this quick photo after dropping my friend off at the airport at 5AM on Monday morning. The sunrise and the outline of Mt. Hood took my breath away.

Want to see more of Mt. Hood? Go check out November Project PDX - yup, they're official! I happened to be there for the Wednesday they became part of the family and it was special, like it always is. Their workout location sports a sweet view of the mountain on a clear day. Not that you needed any other reason to visit the tribe.

Smell

There's something so unique about the smell of the forest. It's clean, damp, fresh, and weirdly green smelling. We took the retreaters on a Saturday morning hike/adventure through the woods up above the winery. We learned all about the forestry history of the area, the types of trees, and what plants and animals hang out up there today. Not only was it visually stunning and blast to stomp around in old rubber boots, but the smell just got me. 

Taste

I've tasted wine many times before, both officially and just drinking, but not like this. We pulled wine straight outta the barrel, compared the smell and tasting notes to a collection of pure scents of different things (think blackberry vs. bilberry vs. black currant) and then put together our very own unique blend. We landed on a 46% Cabernet Sauvignon, 46% Merlot, and 8% Malbec blend that is just delightful! And then we proceeded to filter, bottle, and cork it ourselves. So fun!

Hear

While I travel I like to listen to podcasts and this trip I got into some Stuff You Should Know. Specifically, "What's the 10000 Year Clock?". I learn something new every time I listen to one of these podcasts and I had never even hear of the 10000 year clock prior to this. A little tidbit about me, I love learning history and I feel like the information sticks in my brain...but I have zero ability to relay it. So I'll spare you a mixed up attempt of explaining the podcast and just suggest you listen to it yourself.

Do

Read. Read. Read. Read. Read. And go visit Powell's Books while in Portland. We did, and of course an hour and a half wasn't a long enough time there, and of course I bought books, and of course I read an entire one on the plane ride home. I'm Thinking of Ending Things by Iain Reid is one of the better thriller/mystery novels that I've read in a long time. And by better I mean creepy as fuck. In the best way possible. It was a literal page turner that I couldn't put down... and didn't until it was over.