Where's the Beauty?

Where's the beauty?I feel the cool sting of my dog's nose on my hip My eyes blink open and I take in the day Sauntering out of bed in my PJs No thoughts churn as my mind is so clear Rays of light escape through windows I absorb the pure newness of each moment And I am carried away by morning The stillness inside awakens my senses Envelops me in the wide open space of being The trees whisper in the wind Birds sing in a vivacious clarity And I am at peace No filter for which to speak or think No mask to hide flaws or true feelings Just life being lived Breath being breathed Just me

Where's the beauty?

I Wonder When

I wonder whenI wonder when I might stop and suspend The feeling that I am not whole from within That the more I might balance and bend The closer I'll get to that oh so sweet end But the end has already arrived and informed The sensation that I must each day be reborn To an abyss of love no longer new But old and refurbished, hidden from view I wonder when

20131203-135755.jpg I had a moment of wonder the other day and those few lines spilled from my heart. It's a silly rhyme but it continues to speak to me. And I thought it may speak to you as well.

My aim is to share enthusiasm and wonder with others, to stimulate curiosity and inspire more joy in everyday being. This world can be frustrating, nonsensical, overwhelming, and plain exhausting. But hot damn can it be magnificent too. I hope my words and actions give you a boost on a hard day, or maybe help you see a little light at the end of what might be the darkest tunnel.

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Returning To Who You Always Were

My mom sent me a photo recently. It's of me at 3 years old, circa 1987, the one showcased below. I keep looking at it. I have the most bizarre feelings. I cycle between laughter and tears. I cannot believe the pure, innocent JOY radiating from every pore. This chick does not give a shit. She is blissed and doesn't care who knows it. She's free. IMG_2132

Like how I refer to her as her and she but not me? Weird, huh? I know it's me, but I see her as a totally separate being, almost as if she's my child, my little sister, my cousin, someone I love deeply but she can't be me. I still carry her exuberance, her boisterous personality, her sense of humor, her enthusiasm. But life has chipped away at that pure, honest beauty she was.

Despite my being happier than ever (well, not ever, refer to said photo!), feeling great in my skin and with my life, there is something in my expression that is less raw. I want it back. I want to return to who I always was.

Where did she go? Why can't we restore the pure openness and loving nature we're given at birth? Heartbreaks, losses, failures and embarrassments chip away at our true nature. But they shouldn't. We can always return home.

Who cares if your parents got divorced or if your girlfriend cheated on you or if you got fired or if you never got hired or if you fell on your ass or fell on your face? Who cares? Seriously. Who fucking cares? No one. That is all a misguided perception created by this evil hole in our minds.

Naturally, none of us wants to fail. None of us wants to be betrayed, to have a love unrequited, to go for a big dream and experience rejection. Of course not. But what other choice do we have? And who are we answering to? If you're a grown ass adult and your parents make you feel guilty or shitty for not succeeding in a way they dreamed for you, oh well.

I know I seem dismissive and cavalier, but it's YOUR life. No one else's. It's none of your parent's business any longer how you make your living, how you do your loving, why you feel compelled toward a certain path. Anyone worth being in your life will love and encourage you through whatever weird journey you embark upon.

There's a place for blunt and honest advice. In fact, that's the absolute best to receive. No nonsense, no bullshit, straight forward truth. And just because someone tells you something you don't want to hear doesn't mean they don't love or support you. As long as they respect your choices and genuinely wish for your health and happiness, then you can take the advice that resonates and throw away the rest. And they'll be fine either way.

And so will you. So why not return to your true nature? The person you were born to be? Joyous, delightful, silly, weird, excited, passionate, dynamic, unique, without a care for who approves or disapproves. Now, there's an important distinction to be made between not worrying about others think, staying true to yourself and your dreams, and using the whole not caring what others think as an excuse to be a dick.

I used to be that way. I wasn't a bully, definitely not. If anything, my attempt and attitude surrounded bullying bullies. I got off on putting people in their place. But I certainly used the not caring excuse to be bitchy and blunt in a negative way. Now, I sincerely want to leave people feeling good in my presence. If I don't dig them, if they're pissy or unfortunate, I'll kindly send them on their way.

Putting them in their place was so about me, not about them. My ego got a great rush of satisfaction when slapping them with some acerbic wit or proving someone else wrong. Being right is such a trivial victory.The reward leaves the soul as quickly as it entered, if the soul was even involved at all. So, luckily, age and many lessons learned brought me to a place where I don't need to be right as much.

Back to the point on hand. Returning to that jolly, ridiculous 3 year old. You think she gave a shit that her hair was frizzy, her bangs were too short, her thighs were touching, or some popular girl didn't like her Winnie the Pooh shirt? No. Hell no. She is owning it. God, I love her. Look at her! Go find some old photos of yourself or try to recall a memory from childhood, before the world darkened your perception, when there was no filter in your mind, no worries in your heart. You were happy just to Be.

Let's all meet back there. It's possible to be experienced, intelligent, previously jaded, and hopeful, bright eyed and unapologetically yourself at the same time. It's a choice! You have a moment, a light bulb moment where you recognize the patterns you want to change. You get sick of being cranky, sick of seeing your flaws instead of your strengths, sick of feeling anxious over what another could be thinking, and BAM! You start living, thinking, breathing and moving for yourself.

Once you start living from your joy, driven toward a path un-carved by anyone else, operating from a sense of love and a near desperate need to soak up the most out of life, other people respond. They love that shit! You'll attract happier people, the beings you've always wanted but tried too hard to get. Real, open, honest, funny, fantastic relationships emerge, personally and professionally.

Most children are unafraid. They're bold. They try and they don't give a fuck if they fail. They have no concept of trying to please another, worrying about they'll be judged or perceived. No way. Why not return to that mentality? It's right there for the taking! It's truly who you are and who you are meant to be.

Me attempting to keep my childish enthusiasm in Bali;)

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Return to who you always were. Be blissed. Be free. Eat life.

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Making Shit Happen

I am at one breath thrilled beyond belief, and on other, terrified and crawling in my skin. That's how it feels when you start making shit happen, the fear wants to take over, sending you back inside your shell, to play it safe and keep mediocrity stirring. Fuck mediocrity. I've talked myself out of so many things, it's about time I get behind myself and keep propelling my dreams forward. There will be missteps, failures, mistakes, tons of unknown, but that's all part of the fun, part of coming alive.

And boy am I alive! I can't recall a time where I've felt so fueled with inspiration, so invigorated with passion for my job, and so nervous at the thought of it all coming together. That's the point of this roller-coaster called Life, shit will excite you and scare you at the same time. The challenge is sticking with it, following the excitement, and giving fear the middle finger.

In many ways my triumphs these past couple months seem small. For instance, I started a YouTube page, where I speak and everything! Yowzah! Truth be told since I was quite young I've wanted to host my own TV show. When I was 14 I held the podium in English class for a weekly installment of Dialogue with Danielle where we discussed all things interesting and current. I loved it.

But somewhere along puberty, more self doubt crept in. I began to hate my flaws so much I could no longer see my light. I simply saw nothing. Frozen by a deep desire to stand out, I made myself sick out of fear, fear of my own ridicule, fear of failure, fear of success, who knows? All I felt and responded to was fear. What a waste of energy and life.

I feel those voices creeping back in on my challenging and lonely days. I admittedly miss my friends. Deeply. Often my most anxious moments run right along side the loneliest. It's amazing what hugs and laughing with another can do for you. I now know how pivotal that is to my happiness. Expect more hugs, yogis! Haha. I've met some truly spectacular people here in LA, but time and traffic hasn't quite allowed me to build real relationships just yet. I'm staying optimistic and working on my patience.

When I left Chicago my students asked me repeatedly to create videos, to share my teachings over the interweb so that we may continue to benefit from each other. When I returned from Bali, transformed and renewed, I decided it was time to suck it up and share all of me. For better of worse, frizzy hair and crooked mouth, pimples on my face and dimples on my thighs, it didn't matter. I was alive. I knew I had something positive to share and I finally recognized that I was actually a fantastic Yoga teacher, something I still find difficult to admit out loud.

So I created the YouTube page and started sharing. And the response has been so positive and loving, I hope to only grow and get better as time goes on.

Here's a video about me getting tired of being a jerk to myself. I didn't expect to cry but shit happens. It was scary as hell to feel so vulnerable and admit what I felt were unfortunate weaknesses, but my hope is it resonates and maybe helps you try something you've always wanted to try, or decide to love yourself instead of picking yourself apart.

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I was drawn to Yoga because I secretly wish I could be a professional dancer. Creating Flow sequences taps into that choreographer in me. Below are a couple videos showcasing that passion.

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And just for shits and grins, here's a couple instructional Yoga videos talking you through a fun arm balance, hip and heart openers, and some Restorative love. Subscribe to the page, Like, Share, all that jazz. Apparently it helps, and I could use it! Thanks:)

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Before I moved out to California I set the intention to teach Yoga and Hiking. I wasn't sure how that would come to fruition but after teaching and writing all over the city, the opportunity to teach for Hiking Yoga itself fell into my lap. I've loved every second of it, it fills me with such joy that I can't stop smiling. Two hours straight and my face feels like it's going to fall off. But it's worth it. And I have Yoga, so I'll just apply a little Restorative to my face.

Some Joy from our hike at the Griffith Observatory!

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I'm organizing private hikes on my own, just $5 a person, on weekends and during sunsets. Follow me at danieatslife on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, and all that silliness, and email me danieatslife@gmail.com if you want to join. It is seriously fun overload!

My long term goal/intention/dream for my future is to teach and travel. I've been fortunate to do this in a small capacity already; studying and living in NYC for my first training, Bali for my second; Our Yogis Can Help trip to Haiti in January, our 2nd is on the anniversary of our first trip, January 20th, 2014; fusing Yoga with travel in visits to Boston, Florida, California, Ohio (yes, even Ohio, gotta love CBus!), Alabama, Michigan, New York, small and large cities all over this beautiful country!

Sidenote: I just had a moment while typing that out, a slap in the face to the very apparent abundance and dream that has already arrived. Why am I being such an ungrateful asshole? I've already experienced more than most human beings on this planet will never feel. I am so fucking beyond blessed and blissed and lucky. I've always known this, but some pervasive dissatisfaction with myself kept berating me that I wasn't doing enough, achieving enough, earning enough. No more.

So my big goal is to truly combine teaching with travel, continue Karma Yoga projects like our current passion in Haiti, celebrate Yoga and life with others leading a retreat around the country or world. I'm starting small and dreaming big. Plus, I love small. My favorite studios are the cozy, intimate spaces, where I can really get to know my students, not only in their practice but in their lives. No matter how big the space or how many students I teach, I'm in the studio at least 15 minutes prior and I will stay as long after class as needed to enjoy conversations with enthusiastic human beings (and dogs!).

I am beyond excited for a retreat I will be co-teaching with my beautiful fellow teacher and friend, Amanda Nora, over the Spring Equinox, March 22nd to the 25th! We'll be practicing, eating and exploring Sycamore Wellness Springs in San Luis Obispo, California! SLO is one of the most beautiful and healthy places on the planet, it will be an ideal location to restore our old winter's bones and renew our bodies, passions and intentions for Spring. I cannot fricken wait! More info found on my website here.

Before March, I'll be in Jacksonville, Florida teaching two workshops at Bliss Yoga & Wellness. Friday evening, December 6th, 7-9, and Saturday afternoon, December 7th, 1-330, Restorative & Yoga Nidra, followed by Happy Back & Hips.

I'll be in Chicago before I head out to Haiti in January. I'll be teaching Saturday evening, 6-8 on the 18th at Namaskar Yoga, and Sunday afternoon, 2-4 on the 19th at the Yoga Boutique. Saturday evening will be a tribal Vin Yin with live djembe. We'll flow and restore, then sink deep into yogic sleep with Yoga Nidra meditation. And on Sunday we'll play! Arm balances and inversions to keep the joy for our practice and intentions alive. So excited!

If you're reading this, let's have a conversation! Digitally or in person. Come to class or just ask away to danieatslife@gmail.com

Making It

Ive-Made-It-Point If the energy in and around Los Angeles had a name, it would be ‘Making it.’ Separate from the fast-paced, competitive energy of New York City, LA’s tone surrounds recognition and validation. Most arrive here with a dream, big goals they’re intent on pursuing right away. It feels as if few come to this city to live, they’re here temporarily to dream awake.

You may’ve read the above paragraph and inferred a tone that is cynical or, perhaps, negative. On the contrary, what began as a somewhat startling observation has evolved into an inspiring and highly motivating environment. Sure, there are your typical jaded folks who’ve struggled to ‘make it’ all to no avail, those bitter with the taste of failure and defeat.

More, though, echo the frequency of taking risks that make them come alive. They’ve come to LA, specifically, to see if they can transcend the monumental challenge of standing out in a crowd of millions, so that they, too, can live a dream only dozens have achieved. It’s noble, actually, I’m quite enamored and even befuddled by the many bright lights I see shining in a sea of others.

These artists aren’t thwarted by the stark reality of success rates in this city, by the fact that they’re surrounded by exceedingly talented and beautiful people, or by the multiple rejections and No’s they’ve heard thus far. They’ve managed to keep a truth in their hearts many of us soon forget: we’ve already made it.

There’s no need to feel bogged down, stripped of energy, drained of passion because we’ve yet to reach a destination we cannot even clearly see. When we begin from the place of “I’ve already made it,” the highs and lows are accepted with ease. Sure, we’re thrilled when an opportunity comes our way, and disappointed when another falls through. But we understand this is all part of the process, part of the fun, and ultimately, part of being human.

Starting each day from this happy, grateful place allows us to be more resilient when the bad days roll through, and even more joyful when the good days come our way. We understand innately that life is full of constant, unpredictable change. We, then, appreciate those few aspects of life that we can control: our breath, our smiles, our attitudes.

The old cliché, “it’s the journey, not the destination,” rings truer and truer the more life goes on. When we’re living our passion, doing what we love, each day births something new. And because so much of the dreaming process evolves in new directions each day, the end game does as well. Less intent on arriving to that mystical place we imagine full of riches and success, we instead spend our energy on making brand new memories each day, with the goal of contributing something positive Now, not simply creating opportunities somewhere down the line.

We’ve already arrived. This is something I remind my students of often; each time they take a moment to breathe and tune in, they remember that this moment is a pivotal step in their manifestation. We have power and control in what we create each day, so the adventure in making it is a path we’ve never seen walked before, and it is our gift to unwrap a new trek each day.

It’s simultaneously terrifying and empowering to realize we hold the power to our bliss. We have a direct and monumental impact on our future. And our future depends so strongly on how we view ourselves and how we act each day. Very few of us are handed our wildest dreams on a silver platter, an opportunity arriving without us even blinking an eye.

It takes work, real, genuine effort and belief to churn the energy of progress, to feel that we are, indeed, “making it.” Begin today realizing you’ve already won, and then move fearlessly into the unknown and carve a unique path that winds and curves how you see fit. The path of others is none of your business. Get inspired, learn from them, sure, but remember no one can create a masterpiece for you. It must be authentic and real to you, otherwise it won’t satisfy for long and it won’t feel as sweet.

You deserve to grow your life on your terms. “Making it” means something special to us all. Decide you’ve made it and keep making something extraordinary with your life each day. What you create in a month, year and decade will astound you. You don’t have to know where you’re going, just see where you want to Be and how you want to feel, and create smalls steps to a bigger movement from there.

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Need motivation? Guidance? Clarity? Yoga for the mind, body and heart.Cheaper and often more effective than therapy. You can begin to cultivate real change and momentum without even stepping into a studio or onto a mat. And on your terms. E-mail danielle@danieatslife.com or danieatslife@gmail.com for more. Eat Life!

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To The Ones Who Teach Us How To Love

I didn’t grow up with an idol, plenty of crushes, sure, but no icons or symbols of the person I wanted to be. I really just wanted to be happy being me. I’m still the same. The list of men who stir up my loins grows longer by the day. But the list of people I idolize or wish to become lies with one: my nonna Today is my Grandma’s birthday. A vibrant and dynamic soul at any age, she remains the single person in this world I can ever remember looking up to in that way, seeing the woman I could be. It doesn’t mean I didn’t admire or respect countless others, because I absolutely did, but there was truly no celebrity, no athlete, no writer, no fellow classmate who lived love as beautifully as she did. And this truth lives on.

Me and Grammy (her actual name is Paola) at the Field Museum in Chicago

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She is the reason I respect authenticity over accomplishments, sincerity over success, love over luxury. The epitome of what you see is what you get, my bella nonna lived such a beautiful example. She never forced or hammered her ideas in your head, she taught through action. The proof was in the pudding.

A quality I admire deeply in others is genuine confidence, a love of self that translates seamlessly into the love of others, an effortless respect paid to life and those who live it.

She is confident. Truly confident. In a way that’s not off-putting but rather endearing. You cannot help but smile and agree. I see her love for herself and my thought is, “hell yes, you are beyond lovable.” Without excessive makeup or suggestive clothing, Grandma walked the walk, a saunter only belonging to her, a style with no label, but one with her own special signature.

Grammy and my dad cutting a rug, joy radiating from her eyes and heart

Grammy and Dad

She’s exactly who I wanted to be when I envisioned myself as a grown woman. And the older I become the more I see how much there is to love within myself, the more I see her light in my eyes. Without saying the words “I don’t gossip or speak badly of others,” she just didn’t. There was no petty hate toward other women, no blaming others when something didn’t go her way. She took responsibility for herself, let nonsense from the outside world roll gracefully off her back and just got on with her life.

I wrote about the wisdom she lived and passed down to me for another publication. As I reflect upon those lessons, I cannot believe how fortunate I am to have had her as an example. She’s had many reasons to let life bring her down but she just kept looking up. She’s owned who the hell she is with humor, trust and presence. She’s carried a lifetime of positive relationships, including 53 years strong with my Poppa. She chose love over needing to be right, never held grudges, never let anger or negative emotions fester. She knows how to let go.

And what a presence she has. More than having to be the center of attention or harp on making her presence known, she leaves the deepest impact because her absence is always felt. I miss her deeply. Luckily, she is a phone call and a few hour plane ride away. More than that, her blood is in my veins, her love in my heart, her wisdom in my gut.

During my difficult days, ones where I feel low, inadequate, insecure and insignificant, I feel her resonance, I channel her energy. My blunt nature and feisty attitude began with her, so with a little tough love I say, “Nut up or shut up, Danielle. Life is a gift, stop wasting time on bullshit. Laugh it off and move on.” She survived much worse suffering than I, has lived happily and healthily for over 70 years, I can certainly muster up the psychological fortitude to live with the same ease and gratitude she does.

One of my most significant memories during childhood was of my grandma checking herself over in the mirror (something she didn’t waste too much on, preferring to embrace and lightly enhance what nature gave her), smiling and saying, “Not bad for fifty.” I fucking love it. She said it at 60 and 70 too. She’s still got it.

My beautiful momma and nonna making gnocchi together

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We should all look at ourselves with the same benevolence. It made it so easy for her to love others, even easier for her to forgive others. She never let the words or actions of another affect her internal well-being. This is so Yoga! But it’s so rarely seen and lived by our fellow human beings. Not to disparage anyone, this is really difficult to do. All the more amazing that my beautiful Italian grandmother is able to truly inhabit it.

We experience love first before we’re able to understand it. Words and ideas muck it up but as we grow older we learn HOW to love by the examples we live with. How we love others begins within. When I see one who is unkind, resentful, angry and otherwise incapable of truly loving another, I feel tremendous sympathy and compassion, for this poor soul must treat themselves even worse. Their karma is having to live with themselves each day.

My Nonna knew innately to let others be, without attachment or expectations. She took care of her own, absorbed only the energy that would serve her, and in turn, gave back precisely what she was harnessing inside: Love.

It is through her I remember to never compare myself to another and not to compete either. We are all the same, each bright lights capable of shining. It is up to us to feed the love within rather than the chaos without. It is her that reminds to live joyfully each day, no matter who sings my praises or knows my name, no matter how much money I have or stakes to claim, it’s a privilege just to be here. And being me ain’t that bad, I need to appreciate it and take the gifts my grandma passed on and give as much as I can to others, so they may feel that same pure love within we all seek for outside.

It all resides inside. Enjoy the ride.

Thank you, Grammy. I love you and appreciate you more than you could ever know. I couldn’t fathom a better idol than you.

The Power of Self Belief

think-you-can1What is keeping you from believing, truly believing in the unique beauty you are?

Why are you not worthy of the same opportunities, abundance, health and happiness you admire in others and hope for yourself?

Why does it feel so far away, like a recipe with secret ingredients?

Why must tiny flickers of approval from others contribute to your perception of your own light?

Why does one negative comment or no comment at all replace ten positive ones? What kind of sense does this make?

How does the success or failure of others affect your trajectory? It doesn't!

Everything you experience outside of yourself is a direct refection and universal response to what you’re thinking, feeling and emanating inside. If you feel nervous, unease, confusion, there is likely an element of fear behind it. Fear of not being enough, not measuring or living up to some hypothetical standard that only truly exists in your mind.

You can allow your mind to spin webs of dramatic grandeur and believe the very words you yourself are conjuring in your mind, or you stop that voice with your intelligent awareness and change the conversation.

You are a beast. The amount of belief and love from others should fuel you into outer space. If you don't believe yet, believe for them, kick ass as a nod of gratitude to those who've encouraged and supported from the get go. Ultimately, approval or disapproval from others should not matter. It begins and ends with You.

There is no ladder, no recipe, no carefully crafted steps to the success you want. It constantly reveals itself through hard work and creative pursuits, through those moments of courage. There is no need to know exactly how, just that you can. One breath at a time, be your best, brightest self, without apology, positively, be You.

An affirmation that may help sink this in:

I will not ruin a great day because of fears of inadequacy and failure. The only person who cares if I fail is me. And guess what? Life goes on. There are great lessons and humility in falling down, in trying to rise back up, and to making mistakes along the way. And there’s no reason not to believe in my potential success and long-term progression either. This all comes down to believing I'm lovable and actually finding that soft spot for myself. Stop seeing everything you’re not, listen to what you tell your loved ones and open your eyes to all that you are! I AM so much! I AM more than enough! I have so much! I can start each day with a high base level for happiness and contentment and then be thrilled for the experience of living and learning and loving from there. Do it. Be it. Believe it.

If you are smiling, beaming joy from the inside out, it couldn't matter less what you weigh, who you're wearing, how old you are, where you're from or what you do. You are beauty trapped in the thrill of being alive. Don't let anyone stop you, berate you or negate you. Be You!

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Knowing What We Need

600775_4052819080255_817193740_n A keen skill we begin to cultivate when practicing Yoga consistently is the ability to listen to what we really need. When we begin, most of us will approach the practice with the mentality of “I’m going to do my best,” and that usually means pushing ourselves well past an edge in an attempt to “keep up” with the rest of the class. We end up trying excessively hard, not hearing the teacher’s sincere guidance to listen to our bodies, to find a happy medium for us, to not compare or compete with others.

We find ourselves over-exerting, hyper stretching, and ultimately exhausting ourselves over a practice that’s meant to make us feel good, to help us reset and start anew. We mistakenly feel like we aren’t “good” at Yoga, when there is absolutely no such thing. Yoga provides a unique map showing us where we are and the endless options for where we can go. The growth and the path is entirely up to us, but we must first drop expectations or unfair standards, and instead relax into the journey, let the lessons unfold as we do.

I felt similar pressure to be adept in the practice when I first started. Coming from 15 years in athletics, a few years in gymnastics, and years of high standards in academics, I was seeking something to fill the void where my exercise regime used to be. I wanted to be “good” at Yoga too, having no clue what lessons were about to be bestowed upon my thick skull. A common occurrence, I’ve found, we walk into a studio for one reason, we stay for another. I kept going back because Yoga was the only physical activity, or any activity for that matter, that I’d ever entered for the sole purpose of feeling better.

Who I was didn’t matter, how flexible or strong I was had no barring on the outcome in class, for others or myself. The dozens of fellow students I breathed and moved with during those years each had their own reasons for being there, and none of them mattered. It wasn’t my business. My focus and execution of certain challenges only served me, it had no influence on the others, there wasn’t a team, there was no winning or losing. We’d already won, we were there.

When I started delving deeper, noticing how the breath affected my mood and energy off the mat, how my body felt slightly different each practice, and how Yoga softly guided me out of my mind and into the moment, the mirror reflecting my relationship with myself only grew clearer. I began to see why the decisions in my past caused pain, why my conditioned thought patterns were keeping me glued to my place, and that it was within my power, it was my responsibility to pull myself out of the past and move confidently into the future.

So how does this translate into knowing what we need? It’s such a gradual process that requires diligence and patience. These lessons unfold not by force, but rather organically, in due time, at precisely the moment we need them. The wisdom I gleaned through Yoga started broadly, with big picture advice focusing on being present, dropping comparison, recognizing humans are here to collaborate, not compete. I recognized how much I’d built my sense of self based on how I measured up against others: by striking a batter out in softball, winning a match in tennis, achieving high marks in school, etc.

What Yoga helped reveal, and keeps revealing, is how we’re all the same. We all struggle with confidence, sadness, confusion. We all endure suffering, tragedy, heartache. And we’re all capable of experiencing joy, passion, and exhilaration. Yoga helps you release those feelings of separateness, of inadequacy, of loneliness. And deeper than that, it helps us surrender into those very human sensations. We cannot escape loss, failure, or pain. We can only get better in absorbing and learning from it.

So the practice brings more acceptance, of ourselves, our fellow human beings, and of the inevitable highs and lows we’re bound to experience in this lifetime. We learn over and over that we cannot change the past, reliving it only causes more pain and keeps us from living in real life, choosing to retell the same stories in our heads instead. So long as we’ve learned, we no longer need those harmful thoughts and memories. We’re better served in releasing them.

These pains from the past get stored deep within the muscle tissue, causing tension and discomfort. The hips are the storehouse for much of this pain, existing as somewhat of an emotional basement, a place we throw away memories we’d prefer to forget, but they’re always there. While undergoing minutes in what can be an uncomfortable hip opener, like pigeon, frog, or bound angle, we feel the pangs of resistance as our bodies cling tight to the old.

What we need is to let go, allow the emotions and challenges to reveal themselves, rising to the surface so we can see them for what they are, and only then can we truly release them for good. In addition to acceptance, to all that was and all that we are, we need surrender. We need to yield into harsh times and submit into pleasure just the same.

As we begin to build strength and flexibility, we get to know the subtle nuances in our bodies and how to apply the appropriate amount of challenge and/or modifications to find balance in our practice. No longer feeling the need to please the teacher, impress our fellow students, or live up to some unfair standard within our minds, we open to what we truly need in that moment.

Knowing what we need here requires a depth and intelligence of ourselves that can only be honed through practice. Yoga provides a safe and open framework for each us to grow at our own pace. I thoroughly enjoy a challenging asana practice, pouring sweat onto the floor and leaving lighter than when I came in. But where I’ve really fallen in love is with Restorative Yoga. That’s the remedy for almost any challenge I’m enduring, be it in body, mind or heart.

If I’m sore, achey, lethargic, under the weather, Restorative does the trick. If I’m anxious, sad, stressed, overwhelmed, Restorative saves the day. If I’m happy, content, settled, grateful, Restorative only adds to that bliss.

We need a combination of strength and softness, power and presence, levity and lightness; and paying attention to our needs, listening from the inside out, always points us in the right direction. We may be able to rock a handstand and perform a million chaturangas, but that’s not always what we need.

At a pivotal point in the practice, Yoga is no longer about what we can do, it’s simply what we need in that very moment. We don’t need to push, we only need to respond. It’s not a performance, it’s a practice. What matters is how we feel, not how we look. Yoga is here to serve us in whatever capacity we need today. It is up to us whether we listen and take the care we need and deserve.

This choice lies within us all. And it’s an individual’s call to implement what they need on any given day. There is a quiet intelligence within all of us that our practice helps to reveal. Some would call this our intuition, our soul, our consciousness. The important thing to recognize is this is precisely the voice we tune into to give ourselves exactly what we need.

We should feel better after we practice. We’ve cleansed and released the old, opened ourselves to receiving the new. This practice is an ongoing gift, the deeper and more consistently we practice, the better our lives become.

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8 days into my current Sadhana, I’m feeling clearer and more decisive. I feel more in tune with what I need and excited to be implementing these subtle changes into my daily habits. I feel even more connected in my relationships since taking a step back from social media and I look forward to re-evaluating my approach to the digital sphere once this 40 day personal practice is complete.


If you have any questions about Yoga, be it with philosophy, insight, poses, building strength, flexibility and balance, or simply how Yoga can improve your life off the mat, please feel warmly welcomed to ask away via danielle@danieatslife.com

What is Discipline?

Discipline is an everyday commitment to your worthiness. Most things that require discipline have major long term benefits, be it to our health, happiness, personal or professional success. All that is worth achieving in life requires a focus and determination those less confident are unable to sustain. We must believe we are not only capable, but also deserving of the joy and accomplishments we hope to achieve. While buying myself a chocolate chip cookie from a juice bar the other day (well aware of the irony here), I noticed a wooden placard with a quote from Thomas Jefferson. It read: “Do you want to know who you are? Don’t ask. Act. Action will delineate and define you.” There are few truer words spoken.

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If you want to get a sense of yourself, and of others for that matter, watch them in action. Sure, listen to their words, pay attention to your own thoughts, tune in to subtleties in body language and attitude, but simply pay attention to action, it speaks louder and more boldly than any words can attempt.

Discipline is all about action, moving from thinking to doing. It has very little to do with wanting, trying, or believing, and everything to do with seizing. We must move, even if we’re unsure of the correct direction, we must channel the energy of forward progress and take that first step into something new.

I am personally craving and in need of discipline because I am still in the middle of what feels like a major transition. As many of you know, I recently moved from Chicago to Los Angeles. Although each are big cities and come with unique challenges, they couldn’t be more different, in climate and in culture.

I’d finally built my teaching and writing career into a level of progress I felt satisfied with, not satisfied enough to just stop and give up, but a level that ignited a confidence in me to keep growing. I could not love my students more, having a modest but loyal following at three studios in such a magnificent city filled me with gratitude I’d never felt.

But those famous Chicago winds came and forced me to show what a genuine yogi I really was (or wasn’t). I left with many tears and slight resistance, choosing to release attachment once I drove out of Illinois. I felt the excitement of opportunity and growth ahead, but I was also scared shitless. I yearned for the same experiences in Chicago, the same successes and joys, to follow me to LA. But for that I needed to grow, adapt and change.

My month long pause in Bali and Thailand was a tremendous gift to allow me to reset. It helped me to be truthful about the issues I still carried: feeling worthy of success, deserving of love, truly capable of living out all these big dreams I had. It helped me to more accurately see how I still wasn’t quite practicing what I was teaching. I lived from passion and enthusiasm, that was no bullshit, but the unconditional love and acceptance of myself, that same sensation I would encourage my students to foster, had yet to take permanent residence within me.

I felt guilt and hypocrisy over my struggle, which I then had to take a step back and reflect: ‘Danielle, you’ve worked to overcome perfectionism and unfair standards you placed on yourself for the past decade. You feeling shame over not being completely over these difficulties, essentially for being human, is precisely what’s keeping you from moving forward and out.’

Bali was therapeutic magic and my emergence back into LA, with the goals of building similar success I had teaching in Chicago had me feeling both inspired and overwhelmed all at once. I had no routine, no work, no friends, and no discipline. I’d carried out a personal practice/ sadhana for roughly a week but I’d made no real efforts to delve deep into my personal growth as I was encouraged to do in Bali.

I forgot all that practice and introspection wouldn’t just magically cling to my heart without my own personal diligence in keeping it there. I felt such love, a real cleansing of old habits, and a strong idea of the woman I was becoming when I left Asia. Now it’s time to continue the work.

It is today that I begin a true sadhana, a 40 day practice that will take form in many areas of my life. The nut shell of my devotion to growth is below:

-Rise by 7. Stretch and smile. Neti. Short asana practice to prepare my body for the day, pranayama (breath practices), a few key asanas/poses, and stillness (contemplation, meditation, repetition of a mantra, etc.) -Throughout my practice, and my day, the mantra I repeat is I AM WORTHY -Devote 2-3 hours to writing and teaching projects -Devote 1-3 hours to widening my yoga and friendship network -No alcohol, limited sugar, less bread, more fruits and veggies -Read, snuggle with my dogs -Cultivate feelings of abundance by keeping a gratitude journal, noting the areas where I’m already rich and full, and opening myself to financial sustainability and ease from this day on -Watch my thoughts, every negative word I say about myself or another, police my complaints and express affirmations and silver linings instead -At least one long hug and one long kiss a day (dogs included and accepted, for the hugging!) -Call at least one loved one a day, e-mail is only form of digital communication, social media is taking a back burner to real life connections and feedback

So this may seem like a lot or like nothing at all but for me, these small steps are pivotal in me maintaining this commitment to myself. When I teach, it is all about my students. I share personal anecdotes in hopes they resonate with my human struggles, but mainly my energy is there to serve them on their path, to help them build strength and love from the inside out.

This sadhana is a method to ensuring I practice what I teach, so I may lead effectively and inspire others to find the same love, gratitude and joy that Yoga has helped me feel. Students and loved ones are major sources for my gratitude and helpful in keeping my accountability. And readers are too.

I toyed with just keeping this sadhana silent, private, but then I realized how much worse I feel when I let others down, recognizing how I seem to let myself down too often, and that’s somehow okay. Well, it’s not. You are worthy of your discipline, acceptance and sincere belief more than any other human being on this planet. And so am I. When we take care of ourselves, we open up a well of generosity, kindness and compassion that we cannot help but give others.

I am taking care of myself so I can take even better care of you, whoever that may be. I do believe that we’re in this together, that we need each other, and there is great strength in allowing that vulnerability to seep in. What I want is to connect deeper to that friend I have within, that sweet and soft essence in me that trusts in my innate goodness and believes in my potential greatness, the voice that knows I am no better and no worse than another, so I can release the stress of competition and comparison, be happy for my fellow human beings’ path while fearlessly able to pursue my own.

In Yoga, we are constantly reminded that everything worth striving for in life takes great effort, discipline and patience. We must be in full acceptance where we are, in whatever step we’re taking toward a greater goal, because life is not a means to an end, it is the end, the be all end all. I would regret spending my life struggling to reach something forever out of my grasp because I never allowed myself to simply Be, to know that where I was, was exactly where I needed to be, and each baby step to progress is a monumental leap in bliss.

I leave you with an image captured by the beautiful Pacific Ocean. This was after my first week teaching here in LA and I was celebrating the joyous years of love and growth by sharing how my discipline in Yoga earned me more than power, strength and control, but a pliability as well, an opening to move forward heart first. Mat is metaphor for life. I carry the same strength, flexibility and discipline in my heart and mind as I do my body. Years ago, this felt far out of reach, but through action and practice, I got there. Who knows where we can all go?

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We all have a unique power we cannot even fathom. Believe. You are worthy of discipline. How can you help yourself to better sustain it, believe it and achieve it?

If this resonates with you, please feel welcomed and invited to engage in a dialogue with me via e-mail at danielle@danieatslife.com

Here’s a short piece I wrote on Vulnerability for MindBodyGreen that published today.

You can catch me at the Green Yogi in Manhattan Beach and other studios around the Los Angeles area. I teach private lessons in person and on Skype and I foster long term relationships with my students so that we may continue to grow as happy, healthy humans together. Come eat life with me...

A Place of Awe

It occurred to me, while completely engulfed in wonder staring at the magnificent and unreal beauty that is the Pacific Ocean, how little human beings spend time in awe. We may find little caveats of awesome, easily brushing them to the side to make room for the next, but rarely are we in a place of awe. I think we should change that.

It struck me how this sensation is often attached to novelty, to an experience brand new. And we are so infrequently in that raw, observant state, full attention and alert focus on our present surroundings and circumstances. We shift and mosey through life as if we've seen it all before, saving those extra scraps of income to buy our way into something new, an original experience to stimulate the senses.

But where's the joy in Now?

Surely life must contain some excitement, some meaning for us to go on, day in and day out, like our health depended on it. We drive the same paths and execute the same routines in an effort to simplify, to de-stress. The only problem here is we've become robots, conditioned, repetitive beings. We can pay a nod of respect for the consistency but our hearts, minds, bodies and souls need a kick of enthusiasm, and same old same old just wont cut it.

The truth is there is tremendous radiance in all things, in every aspect of life. Even within patterns. We merely need to be in the right place and space to truly witness it. Nothing needs to be bought or acquired, no accomplishment or step to success be completed. We are already enough, life is a gift just waiting to be unwrapped. Give yourself the gift and open up to the present.

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