EVERY DRY WEDNESDAY

Shrug off those sweatshirts, Farm Yoga is here. We have been up & going for the last of May & month of June.

MAGICALLY, even though it has already been a rainy end to Spring, we have had amazing weather these past Wednesdays. It will literally rain all weekend and start clearing up on Tuesday, seemingly so we can have dry ground.

All I can say is that I am really grateful. I am grateful for whoever comes out, I am grateful for my sweet friend’s generously letting us use her space, I am grateful for the epic views, & I am grateful for the way teaching Farm Yoga makes me feel. It’s one of those feelings you cannot describe because it is so good.

How did Farm Yoga begin? A few years ago I was teaching for the school district & like it happens when you teach yoga, students become friends & one of these friends kept telling me that we just HAD to do yoga on her property. It was an amazing property with some horses (later goats), a dog & a cat. The strange thing about me & life sometimes is that when there is something too good to be true presented to me, I really doubt that good thing. I have a really hard time believing that something wonderful can be dropped in my lap. I didn’t vibe with the idea. I didn’t want to do it. Then some things happened in my yoga career that caused me to rethink some stuff, I had to shift the way I taught & the places I taught at. I told my friend, “Okay, let’s do this.”

It was a very serendipitous event right away. We priced it low, later it went to pure donation based only, all of her friends & my friends came (seemed to be drawn towards it way more than my studio classes), & I was able to promote on social media pretty well. Later my friend got two active & cute goats, many times during class her dog would run back & forth & ‘play’ with the goats across the fence. It was something EASY in my life where many things seemed difficult or hard. EASY. Farm Yoga was a no brainer. Farm Yoga was great & fun. Many nights my friend had snacks & drinks after & we would hang out, talk, & laugh. It was one of those moments when your job is not your job, it’s that good.

She moved in 2021. I was heart broken but very happy for her. ‘That’s it,’ I thought. ‘End of Farm Yoga.’ We meandered through the rest of 2021. We practiced at other people’s neighboring farms. We even had a good run of Barn Yoga one Winter. All that to say, Farm Yoga for 2022 wasn’t on my radar. I was immersed in a new career, I had a lot of stuff going on, I truly didn’t believe it could happen again.

‘Come check out my property, just come,’ the familiar entreaty was voiced during one of my parks & recs classes. I’m not completely bull-headed, I l DO learn a bit from past experience that when the Universe tells me to check out a pretty outdoor spot to teach, I should probably just go.

So, Farm Yoga gets another life. It’s also looking like an Indian Summer here in Oregon. Heck, it’s already been amazing enough. If you’re in the area come practice with us! We are waiting to meet you.