Omg! ❤️Elizabeth Conway wrote this about my retreats. She's been on many. She will be teaching yoga and meditation at my June Tuscany retreat and October. Um.. yes! I added a fall Tuscany retreat because after I did the @yoga_girl podcast I got hundreds of emails. Sign up asap. All private rooms are almost gone. Link in bio and you can email me [email protected] One spot just opened for June 17-24 one too! A shared room. #tuscany #italyretreat #onbeinghuman #manifestationyoga Tag any friends who might like it! 🍕🍷❤️
Note from Jen Pastiloff, founder of The Manifest-Station. This is part of our Young Voices Series for Girl Power: You Are Enough. We are always looking for more writing from YOU! Make sure you follow us on instagram at @GirlPowerYouAreEnough and on Facebook here. By Cristy Shaner For the first twelve years of my life, I went to bed afraid. [ 835 more words ] http://themanifeststation.net/2017/05/22/glow-in-the-dark/
You guys!! #jensspotlightsunday is back! I've been traveling & my kid turned 1 & all sorts of stuff got in my way but I'm back. Remember after you read about #jensspotlightsunday prison to follow them & leave them a comment saying @jenpastiloff sent you AND tell me about YOU or someone you want to nominate below. ❤️ today's spotlight is @bettinas_kitchen, who I am lucky enough to call a friend. We met here, years ago, on ig & then she flew to London from Spain & took my London workshop. (I'm there again 9/23 & you can sign up in my bio.) @bettinas_kitchen feed is eye candy and her recipes and skills are unparalleled! She's truly one of my greatest inspirations when it comes to healthy eating, loving and taking control of your own life. She was diagnosed with severe polycystic ovary syndrome and #endometriosis & told she could most likely never have children. She got her health on track with her diet & way of life & by giving up smoking & partying. She currently has an amazing little girl. All her recipes are plant based and gluten free. I'm not a vegan but I love her stuff. From her site "Nature evokes and inspires me on so many different levels. To realise that the abundance of what nature has to offer us has endless creative options and that the sky is the only limit makes me so happy. I can only hope that some will be inspired back into their kitchens, encouraged to shop at local farmers markets, eat seasonally, incorporate plant based ingredients more and use intuitive imagination into creating meals for oneself, family and friends. There are no labels or rules, just good food. I hope my passion and creations inspire you to view food differently and restore your faith in natural, healthy eating, enough to take the time to make your food look as well as taste beautiful. After all, we always feast with our eyes first. I am lucky and blessed for this passion that has taken me on so many adventures and allowed me to cross paths with many incredible individuals - I am eternally grateful." Bettina leads worldwide retreats and classes & has an awesome blog. Check her out & nominate your peeps below.#womensupportingwomen #womeninbusiness
We had a little fun at my baby's first birthday yesterday. I'm so grateful for the love in my life. Including you all! Ps- LA peeps. Tonight, Sunday may 21, I'll be at the Comedy Store on Sunset at 8 pm watching the pretty gal on my right (@amyesacove) do standup. Want to come and hang? I'll be there at 8! The Belly Room at the Comedy Store. #laughter #celebration 📷 by @barbarapotter
#Repost @girlpoweryouareenough ・・・ Hi again! @acaciabee here for the weekend! I want to talk for a second about yoga and inclusivity. I mentioned in my earlier posts that when I found yoga, I started to heal my body and my psyche around my body. But it actually wasn't that simple. When I first started it was really hard. I went to yoga classes and what I saw were going, beautiful, thin, able bodied, white women. Sure, there might have been one older lady in the corner (always in the corner!) but by and large, yoga can sometimes seem like it's the domain of the young and beautiful. And IT'S NOT. Yoga is a deep and complex practice and it is for EVERYONE. But there aren't always classes that are welcoming for people with atypical bodies. This is why I decided a couple of years ago to start teaching yoga, so I can create classes that are geared toward people who don't necessarily feel comfortable in a typical class. Given, this is not always the fault of the teacher. Ableism is built into the fabric of our society. Teachers aren't always instructed in the ways they will need to modify the practice for someone with a disability, or a bigger body, or someone who is older. And there are usually 30 other students to think about. It's not always simple. But yoga should be accessible and inviting to everyone, regardless of their age, size, or body type. I created the hashtag #yogaforbodyversatility because I am so passionate about making this practice welcoming to all bodies. No matter what your body looks like, no matter your age or size, no matter your ethnicity or your socioeconomic situation, yoga IS for YOU. (If you want it. If not, fuck it!) don't forget to follow @girlpoweryouareenough #yogaforbodyversatility #yogaforeveryone #yogaforhealing #girlpoweryouareenough
#Repost @girlpoweryouareenough ・・・ Happy Friday to @jenpastiloff's @girlpoweryouareenough community! @acaciabee here! I'll be posting to this account all weekend and talking about bodies, yoga, self esteem, confidence, self doubt, and whatever else comes up. BODY IMAGE PT. 1: I chose this picture to start out with because it represents a shift for me in how I felt about my body. And it's not the easiest one for me to post. Let me back up...I was born without my left hand. The cause was something called amniotic banding, and it's totally random. Not genetic and not caused by anything the mother does. It just happens. There's a whole lot to say about this and how it's affected my life. But for now I'll say that it gave me a lot of conflicted feelings about myself, my body, my beauty, when I was growing up. When I was young, like pre college, I didn't have a lot of hang ups about my body. I went to a small school and has great friends and I was outgoing and confident. I have my parents to thank for that in part because they didn't raise me go feel that I was different from anyone else. But when I went away to college I got really depressed. I was suddenly in a new place and around all new people and I was suddenly extremely self conscious of my body. I felt like everyone was staring at me all the time. I don't think anyone actually was, but it didn't matter. I didn't want to leave my room. When I had to for class I wore heavy jackets and maneuvered my body in certain ways to hide my left arm. This, by the way, got me into even more uncomfortable situations as I would get to know people in class and they wouldn't notice and then one day they would and it would shock them because they'd already created an image in their head of me with two hands and they would think I'd been in a recent accident. Anyway. Fast forward. I ended up moving home and finishing college in my hometown of Portland, OR. My body image got a little better because I was around my old friends and family and didn't feel so exposed. But I was still not totally comfortable. I didn't wear T Shirts or tank tops without a long sleeve in public. Then I started doing #yoga. To be continued.
1 year ago. I'd just had the epidural & @healwithsounds came to give me a sound bath- Tibetan singing bowls on my belly as I was in labor. For hours she did this. Yes, I'm the #nobullshitmotherhood woo-ish/Jew-ish nut that gets an epidural AND has a sound healer. I'm a little of everything. I went into labor 2.5 weeks earlY. I was eating chocolate ganache in the kitchen in my underwear, about to go get a bikini wax because, lord I needed it, when my water broke. I've never told my birth story & I think I might in a longer post or blog but here are some tidbits: The guy who gave me the epidural was hot & he looked like a teenager. So did the nurse. I felt 100. I think they were teenagers? -charlie came out on a laugh. I laughed bc one of the nurses was like a comedienne (I think I even asked her to be my friend or for her #) and charlie came flying out when I laughed. When they put him on my chest I felt afraid. Not love at first sight. I asked, hand to god, "Is something wrong with him? Is he supposed to look like that?" I was scared. I heard you get amazing cookies at Cedars Sinai after you give birth but I never did & I tried and they never brought them & I'm still pissed. The 1st thing I ate was an enchilada from the hospital & it was fucking delicious. I had bronchitis & every time I coughed I thought my uterus would fall out or my stitches would bust. It was worse than labor. Do whatever you want. Have your baby in the tub or in your bed or in the hospital- whatever! For me- I'd totes do the epidural again. And the singing bowls! The whole Enchilada! Get it?!Enchilada? After I had that ectopic I was clear I never wanted to feel that pain. Anyway- 1 year ago I was in this weirdly fancy hospital room w a view of LA & I was all numb from the epidural & high from the bowls & little dude was hours from entering the world. I swear- and here's the woo-ish part of me- that the singing bowls affected him profoundly. His disposition. Also that he came out on a laugh. All I'm saying is: what the fuck a year has flown, and also: do it your way. Do whatever you want to do. Don't let anyone tell you differently or shame you. #realmotherfuckinglife
Hiiiii! I haven't done a #realmotherfuckinglife post in a bit so I thought "what better time?" My friend who has a gazillion ig followers was just telling me how hard it is to grow organically now. She said she just posts whatever time she wants and how often & doesn't worry about likes/comments. Well... um, that's what I've always done so guess what? I'm not changing. Nanny nanny boo boo. Maybe that's why I don't have a gazillion followers? Because I just post my heart & pay no heed to "algorithms" or any kind of shoulds. So... I'll keep on doing what I do. My son turns 1 tomorrow. Wtf??? This is how most of our days go. He wants to nurse all day long. We sit in my apt amidst all the mess & wonder when I'll ever get work done again. Then he nurses more. Then maybe we nap. I eat all day long maybe because he does? Maybe bc I'm home all day? Maybe bc I still don't know how to listen to my body? 😂😂😂 Do I wish I had a great big house? Nah, but another bedroom would be nice & a little yard or patio where I could sip wine & watch the sun go down. Maybe a little more light. But otherwise nah, we're good. You don't need much, really. Don't trick yourself into believing otherwise. Don't let Instagram tell you otherwise. How are you guys doing? What new and real in your #realmotherfuckinglife?
Wouldn't you know that I posted this 1 year ago to the minute & just 3 hours later my water broke. 👇 I snapped this on a sunset walk last night with my husband. I have to tell you, I had big plans for this pregnancy. I was going to use the time I had, and I've had tons of time, to write and work on my book and create an online course and really get shit done. What I did: none of that. I enjoyed my friends. I ate my face off. I gained an F ton of weight. I watched one bazillion shows. I slept (when I could.) I said no a lot. I said yes sometimes- when I felt like it. I got my apt ready for the baby. I enjoyed every aspect of being pregnant, for the most part. Naturally, as it's nearing to a close- I'm going, "oh my gawd, I didn't get shit done and now the baby will be here and I'll have no time and oh my gawd I'll never have a book out and I'll never sleep again and and and." But just a little. I am oddly and happily at peace. I'm not beating myself up. I love my body right now. I DGAF about the "shoulds." I want this feeling to last. For all of us. There's so much in life that matters. And so much that doesn't. I'm sure I'll get back on track soon. Or I won't. Whatever. I am too old and too wise and too fuckless to try and be perfect or compete or feel not enough or feel like life's a race. It isn't. It's not a race. Enjoy it while you can. Go on a walk. Do what you want. F the shoulds. You're a godamn miracle. Remember that. #nobullshitmotherhood #realmotherfuckinglife
What humbles you, bringing you to your knees? What do you stand gaping, open-mouthed, and in awe of? Who do you love impossibly and with every inch of possibility? What rock have you lifted to find Grace buried under it, waiting for you to pick it up? When you bring your hands together—there, like that—whose name is on your lips, as you bow your head closer to your heart? Who have you lost along the way, only to discover losing is only a temporary room where voices, smells, and gestures nestle before they return to the bed you’ve carefully made in your heart? Which words crack your heart open? Which silences? What makes you get very quiet and listen as if your life depended on it? What if it did? What if it all boiled down to that moment, there on your knees, listening? -jp Outfit by @beyondyoga. Poem thingy by me. I'd love to hear YOUR answers. ❤️ #beyondyoga #fiercelistening #onbeinghuman
More thoughts on the bullshit around Mother's Day. I know how hard it is for some. Like I said in my post a few back: I see you. Sharing my friend's email w permission: "I picked up my zipcar to go see my mama for Mother's Day this am: Parking Garage Attendant: "Are you a mom?" Me: "Nope" Attendant: "Oh, I'm sorry. Then I can't give you one of these roses. The company said I had to ask each woman. I can only give them to women who are mothers. Me: "Ok" *starts crying* MOMENTS LATER, FROM THE CAR, BY PHONE Me: "Excuse me. Are you the nice gentleman who just gave me my car but couldn't give me a rose?" Attendant: "Yes, that is me." Me: "Well, I just wanted to say that I do not have children, but I am an AMAZING AUNTIE and I CARE FOR PEOPLE IN A MOTHERLY WAY ALL THE TIME. So I am going to be back around 8pm tonight and I am going to take a rose because I am amazing and I deserve one." Attendant: "Yes, yes, of course. I understand. I am sorry, the company made me ask. I hear you. Yes, please that would be fine with me". Yep. I called to fight back to a garage attendant who was just doing his job. Because he triggered my insecurities about not having children on Mother's day. And every day. If the garage attendant hadn't asked "Are you a mom?" but instead just handed me the rose and said "Happy Mother's Day", I would have gotten upset at that too. "Why does he assume I have children?" I would have thought. And then the same tears would have come. He was in a no-win situation. It's up to ME to shape my reactions in these moments. To know that not every comment is a judgement of my life choices or a reflection of someone's insensitivity. People just say stuff. Often with the best intentions. Which brings me back to the same work: Less reactivity, more breath, more gratitude, more stability. Wash, rinse, repeat. " #nobullshitmotherhood #realmotherfuckinglife
A note to folks who are just discovering the Others and prefer reading hardcovers... I've recently learned that WRITTEN IN RED, the first book in the Others series about the Lakeside Courtyard, is out of print. That means whatever is available right now is all there is. Same with VISION IN SILVER, which is a hardcover bargain book (unless they're gone too). I'm assuming MURDER OF CROWS is either out of print in hardcover or going that way. This isn't unusual. The lifespan of a hardcover book is a limited time these days. (Okay, it was always limited, which is why you see the bargain section in bookstores.) So if hardcovers are something you prefer, think about picking them up while you can. I expect MARKED IN FLESH and ETCHED IN BONE will be around for a while--it took WiR almost four years to reach the OOP stage. But the earlier books are disappearing in hardcover. Still available in paperback, audio, and e-book.