Illuminating the Sacred

21September2016

Do we even realize when we’re pretending? Wearing a mask? Showing up with our finest of armor and tried and (not always) true responses? Sometimes, oftentimes we don’t. We’ve practiced them so long they’ve become a less real version of us, and we don’t even recognize our true nature. It’s become so commonplace anymore to live (and die) with pretense and fences up around our cores while our inner selves are desperately and deeply begging to be called to the light.

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Recently I spent a weeked tucked away in the woods and water of Seabeck, WA with 5 other women who are in some way guiding with Souldust , a collective of humans living life in technicolor and helping others to do the same. It was a vibrant amalgamation of planning and supporting, naming and laughs. And although I fancy myself pretty openminded and connected, it hit me that I still hold back…all the damn time. Even worse, I make excuses for it. Before bed on the first night, Rachel gave me a quick and dirty chakra reading to see what the weekends’ focus should be for me. Bold expression. Finding harmony with nature, culture, and myself. Easier said than done. Finding inspiration in others comes easily to me.  The commonality is a challenge. We tend to see ourselves in the stories of others and they become reflections or refractions of us. In the end though, how much of the story is legit and how much is a projection?

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There is was, clear guidance. Simply put, almost everything that transpired for me on a personal level that weekend centered around rising from the ashes, standing proud in who and what I am … and SPEAKING it out loud, standing up for myself, and realizing my worth lies in all the places I hadn’t been looking for it. The diversity of these women who share so much commonality is astounding. Healers from the ground, healers from the ethers, warriors of darkness, creators, space holders, protectors, hand holders, detail seekers, desire and sexuality guides…one would have to be tapped out to walk away unaffected. I also saw several snakes…not everything is a sign but the fact they didn’t freak me out just might be. Ha!

 

Thus, reignited my passion for deep study. This last year and change has been one of healing for me…emotionally, physically, and doing some serious internal work. That work became so rote that my thirst for newness and shifts turned stagnant. I used my illness as an excuse for stalling out. The off-site weekend encouraged me to trace my steps back to where my passion in serving others lies…the belief that we ALL need to heal and we all must get there in different ways but with similar roots. I’ve begun to connect with nature more, protect before and process after challenging or draining situations, grow my knowledge in practices of mindful movement and healing, but always originating from a place of deep thanks. Going a step beyond, if we have gifts and talents, it’s wasteful not to extend them to the world.

 

Coincidentally, I’m currently co-authring a CEU course geared towards psychologists and yoga / mindfulness professionls on Reframing the Higher Self : Eastern Philosophy Meets Western Psychology. It was a thought Dr. Stephanie Wright and I had several months ago but both put on the back burner. As always, the timing is divine and we’re both in the thick of it with our research and seeing how the gears turn together. The work has found me diving back into the ancient yogic related texts (Vedas, Upanishads, et al) with a different perspective. The place I’ve arrived at (for the moment) that resonates strongly as a NEED for those of us who have disconnected from our authentic self is negotiation of the sacred.

 

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There’s a vast chasm between the way most lived in any ancient world religion and the way we live today, especially in the West. It’s all too easy to fall into a cycle of chasing the dollar, the title, the glory. We want more, and we want it now. In some cases we’ve come to believe we deserve it or, even worse, are entitled to it. We’ve drifted so far away from simplitude and gratitude, it’s like searching for a needle in a haystack. Societally, we will never heal until we learn to sit in the dark, embrace and accept it as an equal part of the whole, hold that space for others, and fan the sparks that light us up and keep us moving forward.

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Agni is the fire in the belly. Fire is hot. Heat is transformative…and illuminating. If we cultivate a bhakti (devotional) practice to ourselves, our light will radiate out and illuminate others. But don’t be fooled…it’s work. It’s in the trenches, visceral reaction, rise from the ashes labor. Labor is both a death and a birth. When we labor in love and devotion to the spirit inside that, in turn, uplifts the universal connection, we accept the death of samskara (imprints) and awaken to what we’re forging into. With the fire comes the polarity of softness…opening the heart and softening into that which you are and which is to come. Soften to those who so desperately desire to shape shift back into their truest self, as well.

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Illumination of the sacred is to be present, in the breath, in the moment. It is to find gratitude in the great and the small. It is to find santosha (contentment) and release the desire for more. It is to foster permission and prohibition so we might begin to view our world from a tripartheid lens that there is a world greater than ourselves, there is a world we humans create in which we must orient ourselves, and there is a world of our own individual experience. Whether we’re practicing bhakti with a person or a thing, it is not the object that is sacred but how we treat it. It’s not the place we seek that is sacred but how we define it. It is not the time that is sacred but how this time is delineated from any other time. Sacred is in the doing, in the loving.

 

Closing thought: Gratitude is the bridge between no longer (the ashes from the fire of burning away samskara) and the not yet (the sublime, all the possibilities we’ve yet to realize. Be fully in your life with all your senses!






If You Can...

20March2015

So much power packed into three, very small word. IF YOU CAN…

This phrase or some version similar to it comes second nature to a yoga teacher. We are gifted with the opportunity and responsibility to hold space for you during your practice, and encourage you to allow your practice to meet you where you’re at. One key piece to this is the gentle reminder for each practitioner to honor his or her body (Ahimsa), and do what feels good and serving, but non harming. When the class is led into prasarita paddottonasana (standing wide legged forward fold) you might hear me follow with, “If tripod headstand is part of your practice, please feel free to go there now, as you’re able.” Or in vrksasana tree pose, “If it’s accessible to you today, bring the foot to the upper thigh for bound ardha padmasana, half lotus variation.”

These are all well and good. Sometimes we attempt that variation, sometimes we let it pass. But how often do we actually take pause to receive and be grateful for the permission to do so? Not just on our mats, but in our everyday lives?

This week I was on the mat with a group of very energetic, fun, creative elementary yogis celebrating Saint Patrick’s day by sharing what’s worth more to us than gold, letting students be teachers, and of course using the parachute because…why not?! When the time came for me to learn and one dervish of a 1st grader to teach (tree pose, in 3 steps or less, quite a challenge!), he very competently directed the way, pausing for a moment before the final step, and so gently saying “…if you can.”

Bam! Wow! This is IT! I’ve had the blessing of working with hundreds of kids of all ages and this is the first time that a student-being-teacher has ever granted permission for their charges to only do it, if they can. Why, pray tell, can a child of single digits understand such a simple yet significant piece of living that so many of use more seasoned members of society often forget?

Fast forward to today…an outing with a new friend and mentor which led us unto conversations on professionalism and career, what has shaped us (for better or worse) into who we are today, compassion, humility, hilarity, gratitude, acceptance. It comes full circle to the very, same, thing! We are all different beings, moving through this life at different paces, with different goals, different experiences, different methods to our madness. Why is it so challenging, especially for peers, to support and encourage one another? Has our society bred such an innate sense of competitiveness that we are viewed as weak for being kind and generous vice self serving and anything goes on the way to the top?

Tricky, this business of living, loving, learning. Said conversation with said company also brought about a mutual friend who is no stranger to challenge but lives life everyday with a bright smile, infectious nature, fun outlook on life, happy disposition. The struggle to say positive should not be this tough ya’ll. And gratitude is the first and continuous step to accepting each and every moment as it comes, seeing any situation as an opportunity to choose your perspective, and really, at the root of it all, just LIVING your life.

Grant yourself that permission to qualify some of life with “if you can…” Because you don’t always NEED to or HAVE to. Busier isn’t always better, more isn’t always a blessing, introspection isn’t always selfish. Start erasing that line between black and white into a grey area.

This one was a big ramble, but so are my thoughts these days. We’ll call it expansive creative thought!

Shanti,
Samantha

PS-Per the new norm, why I chose this photo…This is after finishing the Guam Perimeter Relay in 2010. Several of us gals banded together to do a 48 mile loop around the southern end of the island. We had runners of all abilities…the only pre-requisites were desire to be on a team, and let’s admit it…be a wee bit crazy. The gentlemen in the photo were part of another team also running. They were struggling. A few of their guys were will prepared for the intensity of the event. But they were in good spirits. We often chatted with their team at the check points, encouraged one another, and had a few laughs along the way. With just a few legs to go, it was painfully obvious to them and us that they were going to finish last, and the motivation was waning. Our team captain has never left a man or woman behind (literally, army veteran, or figuratively). She made the decision that WE would finish WITH THEM. Putting us in a tie for dead last. Could we have beat them? Yes. Did we need to? No. There was nothing prove. We all jumped in for the fun of it, not for any promise of victory and all the spoils. (Although we DID score sweet happy meals after the event…and got the shirt to prove we did it).

Friends, CAN does not always equate to SHOULD. Chew on that.

Generosity + Vulnerability

10March2015

It’s been quite awhile since I posted on the blog. In that lapse, we have moved from Asia-Pacific back to the US, some chapters have been closed, others opened. Life is an ever unfolding story that each day, I find gratitude in…highs and lows alike. I’m teaching children much less , and adults more. It’s been an interesting, trying, and ultimately rewarding shift in the professional world my passion (yoga/offering healing through self capability) is rooted.

This morning my mind was smacked so hard by the idea of the receptiveness of generosity that stopping what I was doing and getting these thoughts down seemed the only logical option.

Brene Brown is THE authority in the present on vulnerability. After watching her TED talks and listening to Daring Greatly, my perspetive is constantly seeking ways to approach life in a more open and receptive way, with less judgement, more acceptance, less assumption, more watching the development. Brene believes that vulnerability is th root to meaningful connection, And what constitutes meaningful connections…whether they be a fleeting moment or a lifelong kinship.

While catching up with the facebook feed this morning, I scrolled past a friend who, at one point in time I’d tried to offer generosity to. It wasn’t a handout or a leg up, just a ‘treat yo’self’ gesture that was met with much skepticism and fear/concern. (Am I REALLY that scary or underhanded?) Unfortunately, it couldn’t be done anonymously and while it was carried out, it cut a little to think that someone who didn’t NEED anything but might enjoy a little “just because” was so distrusting of another’s motives. That in turn reminds me of something one of my teachers (and boss) shared during a Yoga for Healing Trauma workshop…your offering is a GIFT (whatever that offering may be), and you absolutely must give it with NO EXPECTATIONS of how it might be received, used, or thanked.

Recently, our 12 year old son came to work with me to attend one of my classes and, with an hour to kill, went to Starbucks. On his way back he encountered a homeless person (not much exposure in Japan so this was new to him), and when asked for change, he gave the man a $5 and went along his merry, privileged way. We talked about that and my mind and heart were torn between “mom fear” and pride that was generous and gave someone a little something he didn’t himself need. We ALSO discussed how it might be more prudent to simply buy said person a coffee or a sandwich then to hand him cash.

In reflecting on both of these situations, which are, admittedly just a very small sampling of the population, the result that pops up is why it is much easier for those who have the least, to be the most gracious in accepting even the smallest of gestures? It all boils down to comfort in vulnerability. The more we have (or want people to THINK we have), the more we become attached to those things and those perceptions…so concerned with how others view, or rank us in the big scheme. Those who have lost it all, well simply put they’re stripped down t0 living for their basic needs. Their sense of what is a need vice what is a want is often much clearer than those who live among abundance (of things, not necessarily abundant life). Not only does it appear (to my eye) , those who have less have less pride standing in the way of asking for help, but they are also much quicker to show gratitude AND pass it along. It’s not “just a quarter”…it’s that much closer to their next meal. When you’ve lost it all, perspective shifts.

There’s a person I’ve had several opportunities to discuss healing, seeking, need vs. want with a lot recently. When that person shares their perspective, it resonates so deeply with my own soul because we often feel, search, and stumble in similar ways. We are both in a place of serving others to find our way back to our core…where our gifts lie, learning to follow our intuition and speak our truth, stripped down, unedited, not being bound by the script of society. This is not meant to be an absolute generalization as it always takes all kinds to make the world go round.

Have you seen the same pattern? That the have more’s seem more skeptical and less receptive than the have less’s? Have you felt that the have less’s more often express greater gratitude with less expectation? Or has something shifted your perceptions in a different direction? Would love to hear thoughts on this. And how can we, as a collective society independent of income, status, or station in life, can be more vulnerable, find more gratitude and service?

May YOUR connections be meaningful and impactful!
Shanti,
Samantha

PS-I chose this particular image because it speaks to my vulnerability. I’m not a fan of asking for help, I don’t take compliments easily, and often when I stumble on my words or expressions of gratitude, it can come across quite ungracious. We ALL have work to do! Our 12 year old loves to slackline. When my first try came around, my legs were shaking like a leaf and I was a little too dramatic in expressing my fear of falling. That child offered me a shoulder to lean on, to find my balance, explore my edge, and, eventually, take a step forward on my own. Your mission, should you choose to accept it: allow yourself to become vulnerable, be gracious in whatever is offered to you.

Let the Students Be the Teachers

01Feb2014

This photo is my eleven year old son. In November, him and his fellow 5th grade classmates did a variety of activities ranging from creating artifacts to writing and performing a small play…all to entertain and educate the students in 1st grade. Here, he’s showing his Iroquois Longhouse artifact and teaching the younger students how life was for the Indians during the time of the First Thanksgiving. He loved every minute of it. This child is very much an old soul and heart and relishes any opportunity to serve children younger than him. Our family is actively involved in BSA at multiple levels (my youngest is a cub scout, I am a former committee chair, currently a unit commissioner and crew advisor), and I’ve witnessed the same mentoring from older scouts to younger scouts, and leader to scout interaction as well.

During my experience as a 200 hour Yoga Lifestyle and Teacher Training in Kunga Yoga at the Wilmington Yoga Center, myself and my peers were all expected practice teach. How else can your mentors gauge your knowledge level, proficiency, progress, without seeing you in action and providing feedback?  That part I dreaded. Every.Single.Time. I’ve been practicing yoga for many years, in many different ways, in different studios and at home, with a variety of teachers. Our partners were our fellow trainees, which you think would add an extra level of comfort. Not for me. I cried. Literally. I tried to prepare well, come in confident, and allow my authentic desire to deliver the gift of yoga to my student shine through. And she didn’t like it. I was crushed. I cried the entire hour drive south to my mom’s house to spend the weekend with my boys. I didn’t want to speak to anyone, I just wanted to hug my boys, my mom, my papaw, and enjoy the solace of a comfortable and familiar place. After letting the moment pass and processing, I realized it was absolutely essential for my growth as a yoga teacher, to go through that experience. I still dreaded every practice teach after that. Yet I chose to let the constructive feedback (it was constructive…I cried because I’m very sensitive and felt awful for not meeting my student’s needs) guide me to a place of greater awareness.

So often, as adults, we think we “know better.” We’ve been there, experienced that, and want to help children (ours or otherwise) from making the same mistakes we did, or having heartache of any kids, or failing. We WANT our children to be successful, to be healthy, to be happy. But at what expense? Where is that line in the sand that says “Stop here, let her try it on her own. Even if she stumbles, she will learn”? That’s a tough question, and it’s different with every child and every situation. It’s much easier to follow educational standards. Deviation from plans and ‘suggestions’ makes more work for the teacher and often, more work for the student. Thankfully there are so many amazing educators out there that choose to go the extra mile, creating chances for students explore in their own way: yoga in the classroom, student council, peer mediation, odyssey of the mind, and more.

One thing I think we can all try to be more open to is the idea of letting the student be the teacher, and make mistakes, fall sometimes, grow stronger and more authentic through those experiences. I teach between 15 and 20 classes each week to children ages 18 months to 18 years old and not a class goes by that I don’t enter with the aim to deliver another tool for their development and well-being. On the same token, not a class goes by that I don’t walk out with some new nugget of wisdom gleaned from these budding young super kids.

Last week’s classes for the older set (3rd grade and up), included the opportunity for the students to be the teachers. Each class was broken into small groups of 3-5 yogis and yoginis who were then assigned to create a mini class for some sort of focus…Yoga for CONCENTRATION, Yoga for STRENGTH, Yoga for HAPPINESS, etc. They were asked to create a class include one breathing technique they’d learned, two poses (either ones I’d taught, or ones they chose to make up), and one relaxation technique. It was inspiring and exciting to see the creations the students came up with through a process of respectful listening and sharing, cooperation, and creativity. There were plenty of smiles and laughs to go around, and it gave each and every child the opportunity to stand up and be a leader.

In the elementary school, I have the opportunity to work in 11 different classrooms, many which are cluster (differently abled students grouped into normal learning classrooms, sometimes with aides). The dynamic ebbs and flows from session to session, requiring flexibility to be paramount in planning. Last week I had a grand set of plans for all my school-day sessions…which promptly went awry when I began losing my voice. Enter the student created and led yoga (based on Lisa Flynn’s Yoga4Classrooms development activities) that proved to be perfectly suited for all the students.

The culmination of the variety of benefits of children’s yoga is the development of the whole child. Allowing for alternative learning and sharing opportunities in the classroom can only serve to increase confidence in ability to discover what inspires each individual and encourages them to go out and share that spark with others. Yoga is a nonjudgmental, non-competitive activity where students are applauded not on their ability to perform well on tests or be completely still and silent, but rather on their ability to gaze inward, really listen to what’s going on in their mind and heart, and express that in an evolving way. Give them an inch, they’ll not take a mile…but give you a mile in return!

How can we continue to incorporate empowering our youth with teaching their peers, and teaching us? We must continue to think outside the box and break the model of standardization. More to come on the theory of allowing each child to be an individual when we discuss Multiple Intelligences.

Do You Believe in Magic?

18January2014

Do You Believe in Magic?

What do you Believe In? This question has been on my mind incessantly in recent weeks. During the blur of the holiday season, I spent some time in Lush purchasing items for some of the lovely women in my life. It wasn’t until a few hours and many shopping bags later that I sat on the train from Tokyo back to Yokosuka, and noticed the limited edition holiday bags for Lush, sharing some of the things they, as a company, believe. The beginning of a New Year is a time for many to share resolutions, set intentions, start anew. Yes, we can choose to start, change, or be more mindful ANYTIME but the beginning of a week, month, or year, feel easier. A personal goal of mine this year is to replace the idea of resolutions with the idea of keeping what I believe close at hand and use those values to live with more intention all the time. In fact, my mantra for this year is “Breath by Breath.” Little did I know how important taking things one moment at a time and using the power of pranayama (or breathing) would be.

 

I’ve shared two things with all my yogis this week…a story about the power of breath, and a special song. I begin every kids yoga class with balloon breath. It’s become automatic for most of the students, and many of the teachers utilize it in the classroom on a regular basis. I gathered all my friends around , class after class (over a dozen), and encouraged them to begin their balloon breath while I shared with them what a helpful tool their breath can be. Sunday evening as I was in the back of our house doing yoga, my husband burst through the door, telling me to come see our younger son, who’d just had something weird happen. A few minutes after the “incident,” he was sitting on the couch, a little scared, a little out of it, crying. Through my husband’s description of the event, we feared our son had passed out or had a seizure. We went to the ER where, gratefully, bloodwork and a CT scan were normal, and sent home with the orders to see his pediatrician the next day. That visit turned into an EEG, which now indicates the need to visit a pediatric neurologist. Can you imagine being 7 years old, not knowing or remembering what happened to you, then going through a battery of tests, some painful, with scary equipment and doctors pulling your Mamma away to discuss results and actions? Me either! Throughout all the tests and the fear, I held his hand and reminded him…”Balloon breath! Just use your balloon breath! Deep breath in…slowly, slowly, back out your nose. Good boy! You’re so brave!” Or something like that. To be honest, much of it is a blur to me. And when I found myself wringing my hands, worrying over every little spike on the screen or every twitch, not being allowed in the CT scan room but smiling at him through a window, and a few tears, I found grounding in my breath. Even the doctors commented on what a neat trick it was to help us find calm. Yoga in action folks! No age is too young or old to begin learning tools that will help with stress, self-esteem, self-regulation, communication skills, being healthy from the inside out, and supporting development of our whole being.

 

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Many of my students know our son, it hit home for them, hearing the story of someone about their age, but it also empowered them to know that something as simple as regulating the way you breathe can help calm down you down when you’re angry, scared, hurt, frustrated. One yogini even told me when she gets scared, she figures out a way to do mountain pose, even if she’s lying in bed at night. That led to a great discussion on choosing the tool from your yoga toolbox that works best for you! In fact, I’ve done classes where we sit in silent meditation for our rest time. Instead of asking the kids to do a specific breath, I tell them to choose whichever breath makes them feel the best. You’ll hear a chorus of bunny breath, ocean breath, 3 part (dirgha) breath, you’ll see some alternate nostril breathing, and for a few moments, the room is filled with peaceful calm.

 

I also believe in magic. I believe that everything things can evoke something very special. Recently, Kathryn Budig shared a sweet song on her facebook page that I thought “hey, what a neat tune! I want to use that in class this week!” Little did I know what a magic thread it must have weaving in and out of the notes. Over 200 kids rested in savasana to “Come Live the Life” by K’s Choice this week. And almost all of them either rested with eyes closed and mouths turned up into a smile, or tapped the tune over their heart with their fingers, or slowed swayed back and forth to the music, or in the case of one first grade class, all piled together, heads and tummies and feet and arms mixed together, in a collective time of peaceful rest. A few teachers even wiped away years at the end…myself included. For one song to have such a profoundly calming effect on even the most energetic, negative of students is, to me, pure magic. I think every single hand drawn picture a student gifts me, or the way I can count on my 11 year old to call after school every day at promptly 2:03 to tell me he’s on his way home, or the way the sun rises like fire over Tokyo Bay are all magic. Always let your mind and heart be open for you never know when something as normal as a song on the radio, or the whisper of a child, or the clarity of emotion that rises up during an asana will transform itself into magic.

What do you believe at your roots, that can help you grow and flourish and be a blessing to yourself and to others?

Stay tuned for my next article on ChildDevelopmentClub.org on how yoga address the 8 Multiple Intelligences!

Gratitudes + Press

I find it only fitting to offer up my gratitude to the gurus / teachers I’ve been blessed to learn from, as well as the many students I’ve had the opportunity to share a practice with. My personal experiences, and teaching are ever expanding and enriched by the people whom space is shared with.

with Grit, Gratitude, and Grace,
Samantha

What are the students and teachers saying?

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I knew you would love the picture of _____ , closing her eyes, meditating , and breathing.  This was taken today during a guidance counselor’s lesson.  It was a bit busy and hectic and she was the only one doing it.   All on her own!  WOW. We sure love our yoga tool box! M. -2nd grade teacher

Samantha, these two little words aren’t enough, but I must say them anyway… Thank you! My kids are happier and healthier because of yoga, and because of you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. -T, mom to C (2nd grade) and C(5th grade)

  • Samantha is an amazing space holder and energy mover. I have had several Thai massages from her and each one has been unique and has left me blissed in, moving just the right amount of energy. The entire experience is wonderful from the opening guided meditation, to the support of the crystals, to each specific Thai massage technique, to the closing savassana. As an energy healer myself, I am very particular on who I allow to hold space for me and I completely trust Sam each and every time I get on her mat. You only need to be on her mat once to be a believer. – Beckie E.

  • Feeling inspired- I just took the most incredible workshop [Building a Home Yoga Practice] from Samantha Simons! I cannot wait to delve into the information rich manual. What a fabulous instructor and light!

  • Dear Mom,
    I’m so happy you’re my mom and I love being a part of yoga! I even made up a new pose, arm stand! I’m also happy you’re part of my family!
    Love and Peace, Your Friend, Samuel, 2nd Grade

  • Dear Ms. Sam,
    Thank you for the balloon breath. Thank you for the funny box with a mirror in it. Thank you for all the poses, they make me feel good. Thank you for that one breath that your hands go like this (shaka) and you push on your nose. You’re good at teaching yoga.
    Your Pal, Zachary, 2nd Grade

  • Dear Miss Sam,
    Thanks for all the poses and breathing and calming me down. You really help me.
    Your Friend, Owen, 2nd Grade

  • Miss Sam,
    Thank you for teaching us about second chances and being understanding, even when we don’t listen too well. I want to learn more, yoga helps me forget distractions.
    Josh, 4th Grade

  • Dear Ms. Sam,
    Thank you for doing yoga and my favorite pose is the tree pose. But sometimes I fall. But it’s ok because you tell us just to get back up and try again. Another favorite pose is the mountain pose. You are my friend!
    Love, Eita, 2nd Grade

  • Thank you Ms. Sam for teaching us yoga in our class. It is fun doing things like lizard on a rock, and everything else laying on the floor because we need to rest a lot. You are kind to everyone.
    Your Friend, Luna, 2nd Grade

  • Ms. Sam,
    I love you as a yoga teacher and a friend! I appreciate you using your time on us.
    Avery, 2nd Grade

  • (written in rainbow crayon! 
    To Ms. Sam,
    I love that you teach yoga with us at school and we can learn new things. I like balloon breath because it helps us calm down. I really like yoga because there is so much to learn from it. I appreciate your yoga because I have been learning it since I was 4.
    From, Katelyn, 2nd Grade

  • Ms. Sam,
    Thank you for teaching me yoga. It helps me calm down and my family loves the yoga you teach to me that I can teach to them. You’re special to me because you teach me calming down things and your are nice to me. Mrs. Bell says yoga is her favorite day of the week.
    From, Victoria, 2nd Grade

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