If you are looking to do something totally wonderful for yourself, try out Koha Yoga--Koha means "gift" in the Maori language, and it certainly was that to everyone who came tonight to the Flying Yoga Partner Workshop.  I laughed and sighed, was still and breathed deeply.  My body released and I was able to surrender to and deeply enjoy the moment of being cared for by someone else.  It was lovely!

Here are some pictures from the workshop.  Everyone said they enjoyed it immensely and were going to leave feeling more empowered by their strength and aware of the duality of male and female characteristics and how both are so crucial to balance.

Here is Ms. Mary Buth enjoying the support and freedom of flying with Sara Laimon Luke of Koha Yoga.  She also said, Coming to The Soul Source tonight--just being here--is the highlight of my week."  I made me just MELT with gratitude and love!  

There are so many incredible participants and instructors that are at The Soul Source, and I am just grateful that I get to be a witness to the opening, healing and transformation that takes place in so many lives when they throw off the shackles and burdens of a past that no longer serves them.

Check out this beautiful sequence that Whaka and Anna (a new participant who came with Robert) did at the end of the class.  Anna had never done this before, but her body and soul seemed to know instinctively what to do.  It was like watching a graceful dance at Cirque du Soleil.

John and I were able to attend the workshop together--which was a gift in and of itself--and John was so amazed that Whaka could fly him.  Whaka described my husband as a "giant of a man."  He is tall and strong and pretty flexible for a guy.  However, he tends to be a TYPE A person, and has a difficult time trusting others--especially when that person is smaller and is supposed to support his heavier frame in the air with only his legs.  Whaka spun him and dipped him like he was a small toy.  It was SO cool to see.

As for me, I don't think I will need to go to the chiropractor as often, if John and I can get the flow down that Sara and Whaka showed us.  My neck and shoulders were SO relaxed when I was hanging upside down like a noodle waiting to dry.  It was wonderful and, as you can see, I felt GREAT by the end of the workshop.  John and I thoroughly enjoyed ourselves and we would recommend this workshop and Koha Yoga to everyone.

Check out their website and blog (http://www.kohayoga.com/about/).  Sara and Whaka are a huge gift, as is the practice that they teach you.  Sleep well.  Namaste.

GREAT MORNING!  I had an amazing dream about an eagle and my mom last night.  An eagle had been hurt nearby so it's wing was badaged up and brought to our house to rest.  She was lying on the floor sleeping with my dog and I was stroking her feathers on top of her head talking to her--coaxing her to get well and LIVE. 

She woke up and looked at me and slowly stood up and followed me.  I backed into a corner, because I tend to have a fear about birds and wasn't sure what she would do because she was hurt and in an unfamilar place. 

Even though my mom passed many years ago, I called out to her for help.  "Mom, the eagle is up!  What do I do?  She's coming toward me.  Can you please me?" 

I was almost surprised when my mother answered from in the kitchen and told me, "Just calm down.  Open the door and give her some space.  She won't hurt you.  She will follow you.  Come out here."

This was even more strange, because my mother was calm and not yelling--she was being kind and patient and it helped me to feel confident and more relaxed.

I opened the door and walked into the kitchen where my mother stood--clear as the day, young and beautiful with short, thick hair and cooking in MY kitchen.  I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, because I was so happy to see her in my house, but I was a little sad about not having her in my physical life.  She knew exactly where everything was and where things went--even though she had never been in my kitchen at the farm.  I think this assured me somehow that she never really left. 

Then I remembered the eagle and that it was behind me on the floor.  My mom, laughed a little, "You're still afraid of birds, Jenny."  It was a comment, not a judgement and I smiled and nodded.  I don't know why.  I like watching them and seeing them.  They are beautiful and fast, they fly and soar and dart here and there.  They are spectacular.  They also seem unpredictable and the larger ones, like the eagle and hawk, are so powerful.  I am uncertain what they will do and I don't like that.

She went in the drawer and got some pot holders to put on her arm.  Then she told me to go make a nest somewhere in the addition for the eagle so it could be safe and warm.  I nodded and started to turn before stopping and looking back at her.  It was if she read my mind and knew how much I wanted to talk to her and tell her about my kids and life...she smiled and said, "the kids are still sleeping so let's do this now and get her settled before they get up and come down the stairs."

Again, that quiet reassurance pushed me forward.  I took the blanket my grandmother had given me (the one she used to cover us in when we were sick) and wound it into a nest of healing for the eagle.  The blanket means so much to me but I knew it was important to offer up something I loved for this majestic animal teacher--to give away so I could receive.

My mother walked in with the eagle perched on her arm--the talons biting into the pot holders (isn't that a funny image?)  She bent over and gently let the eagle settle into the arm chair with the nested blanket.  The eagle bowed her head down and tucked it into her wing for a moment and then lifted her head and looked at me.  I slowly reached over and stroked her head again.  She closed her eyes as I did this and I received a message of trust--that she trusted me and would allow me to care for her until she was well. 

My mom got up and said, "Eagle medicine is a huge gift.  She has come to you for a reason.  You can heal together.  She will teach you to not be afraid and you can give her love--you are very good at that." 

I heard the kids waking up and the phone rang.  I didn't want the moment with the eagle and my mom to end, but she smiled encouragingly and I woke up. 

the phone was ringing...my husband was calling to make sure I was up.  He is so sweet and concerned that way.  I am lucky.  I told him about the dream and he listened.

When I hung up, I wanted to rush to go look up Eagle in Ted Andrew's Animal Speak book, but I didn't.  I had already heard myself tell some of the dream and I wanted to ask MY wise self what the message was.  Even now, as I type, I get more insight from myself and my surroundings.  I just related my dream to my dad and, when I stopped to wipe away the tears that came, he said, "Eagle was your mother's totem in woodbadge.  I was the bobwhite and she was eagle."  How wonderful that the messages and lessons continue to come even after the dream--spirit is not limited to a physical place so I try to remember to be aware always.

For now, I am going to rest.  I will let go of fear and allow myself to soar--to claim my spiritual gifts and power.  I will work with the eagle totem and offer blessings and love to her.  That is what I am doing more and more--I give of what I have and open up to receive gifts from others.  It is a beautiful reciprocal process of purpose and meaning and it is always perfect.

Just like my life--when I calm and move forward with trust and faith, all is well.  I hope you are, too.

Tonight is also Koha Flying Yoga--Partner Workshop--Eagle medicine will be helpful to me today.  You could come and use it, too.

Namaste.