COURTNEY ROHAN YOGA

                                 1. Tadasana / Mountain Pose                  with Anjali Mudra (Prayer hands)                   Start with the feet together.                        Evenly distribute your weight.     Ground down through your feet by tucking your tailbone under and pressing all four corners of   your feet into the earth. Length the crown of the head up toward the sky. Open your heart by rolling your shoulders back and down. 2.Extended Mountain/ Upward Salute with backbend On your inhale, lift your hands above your head keeping your arms in line with your ears. Be conscious of your lower ribs so they do not stick out; draw them in. Remain grounded through the feet. 3.Uttanasana/ Forward Fold Exhale. Fold forward from the hips. Touch the earth. Feel free to gently bend the knees if the back of the legs are tight. Allow the back of your neck to be long by tucking your chin slightly. 4.Ar dha Uttanasana/ Half Forward Fold Inhale. Raise

Please Read Before Going Further Surya Namaskar is known as “Sun Salutations”. A direct translation is "laying prostrate to worship the Sun." Surya Namaskar is a Sanskrit term. The process was originally used to worship the Hindu Sun god and therefore, the most auspicious time to practice Sun Salutations is in the morning, usually between 5 and 6 o’clock, as that is when the sun is rising. However, I find Sun Salutations at the beginning of a practice heating and limbering and often do them to lift my vibration when I can not fit in a whole 1-2 hour practice. They are also a great tool to promote focus during meditation helping to work the movement out of your body in order to allow sitting for a length of time. These salutations generally consist of 10-12 poses. Here, I have varied a beginners sequence to not only get us familiar with the poses but also to make this sequence fun for all. If you are interested in the more formal beginning sequence and would rather learn

Traveling my own path all of a sudden, I am inspired to realize how much of me was not me prior. I was working so hard to grow into something, I did not recognize, I already was. And yet, it is true, I am nothing. I am not sure how that works. Am I switching back and forth dangerously between being something and nothing? That sounds dangerous. It reminds me of a Bible verse where Jesus explains how we can not be both hot and cold. We can not be in one friends yard and at the same time in another, unless by chance we are sitting on the fence seriously hurting our genitalia. In that case, I’d say, it is physically dangerous. However serious I may be, when I think about the vast intricacies of God, nothing is all I am and yet with God, I am something. I watch. Fully absorbed in the scenes, I gather the heavy energies I have been working hard to dispel all day, and watch. A novice yoga student has traveled all over New York and India per the yogini director, looking to locate enlig

“Healing Hands” maybe a touch on someone else’s territory. I am using the name that came to me when I decided to share my life practices with those of you whom may find it helpful or interesting. Ok, so…. Let’s get started. First things first, watch the “Healing Hands” intro. It will give you a chance to see first hand what I am attempting to create for and with you. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jA-JQIZWjQo It is important that all I am doing and saying be educational. I do not expect to always have the answers but I will not say things I do not understand. If by chance I say something that you do not understand, leave me a comment and I will get back to you. Since I know everyone reading is not a yogi or yogini (male/female person whom practices yoga), “Sat Nam” is something you just heard me say (if you watched the videoJ). “Sat Nam” means “I am truth”. This is not about ego. This is about sitting in the chair that belongs to you. Whatever you do, you are. “Namaste”, ano

                                        Can you find the bird? I rub my back against the wall Into the deeper recesses Of muscle My shoulders and back aching For attention Rocks hard in my back rocking Up and down Back and forth Across the edge of the wall And initially it feels good Real good Like cutting layers Of past out of present Clearing new ground Pieces of history Fall at the base of the wall Some Great Wall falling And the liberation of hundreds Of thousands whose faces Never saw this type of light But it took years for the whole Wall to crumble Hitting pieces that refuse To give light I decide to write My muscle-story My history Read scratches and carvings On rock Like tablet Or ancient Egyptian hieroglyphic wall And it is clear As I write Pieces tie themselves together Words on top of words For no one to read again For me to burn in the sink And wipe The remnants of my history clear Flush, tarry and watch Like a city without

I can no longer reach into my pocket And pull out the contentment Assumed of buying happiness I recognize it Not there Nor does illusion last When it comes From the pocket of collection There is no resolution Buying away troubles Money gone and bags full I am not happy for anything But a new outfit I might wear once Twice if I can buy new shoes to match Each time Worn out by this cadence I am beat down by the humdrum Of collecting nothings Making them needs-wants I distastefully swallow Without so much as a gulp It is easy to digest Doing what everyone else is doing When there exists a choice To change the channel The baby in Kenya With flies on his food and face How could we be so smothered How have we lost our ability To view truths without A plan to change anything But the channel We have become a society Engrossed in name And heightened Void of consequences And reality We have become trees without stumps Clouds without buoyanc

Moving to South Carolina has put me in Close proximity to nature Noticing how roots grow Squirrels bound tree to tree Scratching upon the beauty Of a Redwood Natural canopies The sound of water Soothing Here I melt into Earth Take root To enjoy some beasts Dogs some cats Things I can pet or look at Through glass But squirrels Their rapid movement Well rodents Make my toes curl And not orgasmically I am afraid Of their claws and their teeth Forcing me to consider I have no idea of their next move What tree they might wander to next What branch they might slide down To me In South Carolina When they jump from the branch Hanging near my balcony I am sure that one of them Is not going to respect The fact that I am human That I am in charge Of the makings of this earth However indirectly That they are not to fuck with me When I am sitting on my balcony Lacking the protection of glass And the sound of water Cause maybe then I would be able To deal