A note from Erin:
I am writing from a dear old Feldenkrais friend’s sunny dining table at her lovely home in the Mission district of San Francisco. Mesa is happily running around blasting things with lego planes along with Michela’s boys and the smell of a frittata is wafting through the air.
Yesterday, along with about 2 dozen very dear friends, Carl and I celebrated our graduation from the 3-year Embodied Life Mentorship Program with Russell Delman. I can’t say enough about how fortunate I feel and how deeply grateful I am for this experience.
Before attending the final week of our mentorship, I was lucky enough to attend my second Opening the Creative Channel retreat with Andrea Scher, Laurie Wagner, and 20 other gorgeous-hearted women in Calistoga, California. I got huge inspiration for my own Creative Play weekend for women coming up in August.
I’m 3 weeks into teaching my first online class, and am so honored to share the experience with an awesome group of 80 people who are joining me in growing our gratitude this summer.
Today, in San Francisco, Carl, Mesa and I will hit the beach, wander around San Francisco, and then hit the road first thing in the morning to make our way back home to Salt Lake.
It’s such a full and rich time!
Just a week after our return, we are so delighted to welcome Philip Shepherd to Salt Lake City.
We’re so honored to be hosting such an incredible teacher. Locals – Don’t miss his talk on Friday night, the 27th of June, at Avenues Yoga.
We still have a few spaces available for his workshop on the 28th-29th. I’d love to share this powerful weekend with you!
Registration info and a link to register for the workshop are below.
A little more on Philip’s work:
If you haven’t already, read this interview with Philip which was featured in the Sun Magazine last year.
It’s how we discovered him, and I’m oh-so-glad we did. The interview is called “Out of Our Heads: The Brain in our Belly.” It’s awesome.
Here, in her powerful Ted talk, Eve Ensler speaks about rediscovering her body…. she refers to Philip’s wonderful book a few minutes into the talk.
You can also listen to our enjoyable talk with Philip here.
We dearly hope you’ll join us for this event which Salt Lake City is so lucky to have.
As the remarkable Stephen R McLean wrote,
“Ask yourself this question. Am I ready to come home to myself? If the answer is yes, attend Philip’s weekend.”
Philip teaches not just conceptually, but experientially. I’ve heard only rave (like really, truly rave!) reviews by others who’ve experienced a weekend with him. I can’t wait for the workshop!
With love and my dearest wishes,
and a heart full of gratitude,
p.s. Below I’m including a favorite Mary Oliver poem. It’s a bit longer than usual, but I think it’s one of her best, definitely one of my all-time-faves. I hope you enjoy!
To Begin With, the Sweet Grass by Mary Oliver
Will the hungry ox stand in the field and not eat
of the sweet grass?
Will the owl bite off its own wings?
Will the lark forget to lift its body in the air or
forget to sing?
Will the rivers run upstream?
Behold, I say – behold
the reliability and the finery and the teachings
of this gritty earth gift.
Eat bread and understand comfort.
Drink water, and understand delight.
Visit the garden where the scarlet trumpets
are opening their bodies for the hummingbirds
who are drinking the sweetness, who are
For one thing leads to another.
Soon you will notice how stones shine underfoot.
Eventually tides will be the only calendar you believe in.
And someone’s face, whom you love, will be as a star
both intimate and ultimate,
and you will be both heart-shaken and respectful.
And you will hear the air itself, like a beloved, whisper:
oh, let me, for a while longer, enter the two
beautiful bodies of your lungs….
The witchery of living
is my whole conversation
with you my darlings.
All I can tell you is what I know.
Look, and look again.
It’s more than bones.
Someday I am going to ask my friend Paulus,
The dancer, the potter,
To make me a begging bowl
Which I believe
My soul needs.
And if I come to you,
To the door of your comfortable house
With unwashed clothes and unclean fingernails,
Will you put something into it?
I would like to take this chance.
I would like to give you this chance.
We do one thing or another; we stay the same, or we change.
Congratulations, if you have changed.
Let me ask you this.
Do you also think that beauty exists for some fabulous reason?
And if you have not been enchanted by this adventure-
What would do for you?
What I loved in the beginning, I think, was mostly myself.
Never mind that I had to, since somebody had to.
That was many years ago.
Since then I have gone out from my confinements,
though with difficulty.
I mean the ones that thought to rule my heart.
I cast them out, I put them on the mush pile.
They will be nourishment somehow (everything is nourishment
somehow or another).
And I have become the child of the clouds, and of hope.
I have become the friend of the enemy, whoever that is.
I have become older and, cherishing what I have learned,
I have become younger.
And what do I risk to tell you this, which is all I know?
Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.