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I hear the voice before I round the bend actually catching sight of her. My patience for people walking the nature trails while having a phone conversation having run out days ago I am instantly annoyed. As I begin tuning into the actual words of this private conversation echoing out across the bay I instantly start judging this woman, and not just because she is ruining my evening walk. I take a deep breath and listen; I don’t really have a choice.

“She is a loved girl and we have to keep filling her with love. Jesus will…”

Oh no, here’s the Jesus will fix everything spiel about to let loose, I think to myself. Some guy in the sky will magically fix everything. I can feel myself beginning to mount my high horse of reason while carrying my shield of judgment while the Jesus rant continues. Then I pause. I remind myself of my new mantra, “Get curious.”

I have been feeling extra judgey lately. I am a recovering perfectionist. And a requisite for perfectionism is judging – critically harsh self-judgment at all times in pursuit of the unattainably perfect. For years I believed I could silently judge myself without it spilling over to others, but the truth is, I can be shamefully judgmental of others too. I’ve spent the last few years doing the unglamorous, never ending work of unraveling my perfectionism, easing up on myself, and in turn easing up on others. But when I am particularly tired or cranky or irritated (all of which I was on my evening walk) I get super judgey.

In meditation we catch ourselves each time a thought drags us out of the present moment, calmly label it as a thought, then gently bring ourselves back to our breath. I have begun doing this throughout my day when I find myself judging. To combat the resurgence of judgments I have begun inviting myself to get curious, about myself, the other person, the situation. What lies just beneath the judgments? I’ve become ninja like at catching myself the moment I begin judging, deftly cutting off the judgmental thoughts with my mantra, “Get curious.” But, as anyone who has meditated for more than five minutes knows, just as swiftly as the mind gets pulled back to the breath it will dash back off with a thought, new thought, same thought, take your pick the mind has gone there before a full inhalation and exhalation have occurred. Still, I keep gently urging myself to be curious instead of judgmental.

I quicken my pace trying to get out of earshot of the Jesus will save speech as fast as possible. “Get curious,” I remind myself over and over again. Finally, there is a pause; this woman is letting the person on the other end get a word in edgewise. The last clip of the conversation I hear is, “I believe you that she is acting out, but we have to return to our faith. We just have to keep praying…”

I dismount my horse of reason. I may not believe in a higher power fixing all problems, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t one. I lay down my shield of judgments. Life hits hard and unpredictably, whether we have a strong faith in some higher power of not. Finding the strength to keep treading water and not just outright sink is no easy task at times. If praying and believing in Jesus is what gets you through, more power to you. This woman was talking to someone clearly going through a horrifically hard time with a loved one. Instead of opening myself to the fact that she was being a good support to the person on the other end of the line, I was judging her because the support and words of comfort and guidance she was offering were not in line with what I would want or what I believe. I was being a judgmental jerk. (But she was also being a bit of jerk ruining a peaceful evening walk by the bay for everyone being forced to listen to her conversation.)

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Being Seen & Heard

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The other day, after class, two long-time regular students were quietly chatting about the recent privatization of the local jail. A student who began attending class regularly last month started asking questions, in earnest at first. She hadn’t figured out how to connect with this group of long-time regulars. And while a more innocuous conversation may have been a wiser starting ground she was diving in head first before checking the depth of the pool.

We all have a desire to be seen and heard exactly as we are – it creates a sense of belonging, something this student was seeking. Our yoga mats are a place to show up exactly as we are – to examine our beliefs and ourselves in an effort to connect deeply with our true selves, which in turn allows us to authentically connect with others. I refrain from more than surface level sharing of my political and religious beliefs in the yoga studio, mostly because no one wants a proselytizing yoga teacher but also because I don’t want to make any of my students feel shut out or shut down if we do not share the same beliefs.

As I watched the new student rapidly alienate herself from the group by vehemently refuting facts and revealing herself to be an extreme conservative with little regard for the well being of all amidst socially-minded liberals I sensed myself judging her harshly.  I could feel anger beginning to take over my body, tension and heat rising into my chest and throat. I chose to come back to my breath, feel my feet standing firmly on the ground, and swallowed the urge to vehemently spit, “Are you fucking kidding me?!? You are out of your mind!” I mean, no one likes to be yelled at, and it just kind of looks bad if your yoga teacher is the one screaming at you in the midst of a blind rage.

My goal in every class is to hold a safe space while remaining open to seeing and hearing each student, free of judgment. Whether I know how you voted in the last election, how strictly you adhere to your religious beliefs, your dog’s name, and the birthday of your most recent grandchild or simply that you hold tension in your left shoulder on particularly rough days and smile out of the corner of your mouth when I crack the same joke for the millionth time on good days – I see you. I hear what you verbally tell me as well as what your body physically communicates as you move through your practice. I do my best to listen with an open mind and open heart.

I found myself face-to-face with the new student as even those typically left lingering for a chat after class had swiftly exited, escaping the ultra-conservative, fact-less rhetoric she had begun to spew. Almost imperceptibly she turned toward the door as if she too were going to leave. Then she stood up a little taller. Her hands began shaking as the floodgates opened and she spoke passionately about her beliefs even as the remaining students slipped out the door behind her. I stayed present and listened attentively without interjecting any of my own opinions even though I was appalled by much of what she was saying. After she had finished her piece she said, “Thank you for listening. I find it so hard to connect with people in this area because of my beliefs.” I felt a deep sense of sadness and isolation coming from this student. She wanted to be heard. She wanted to feel a sense connection and belonging.

I used to take classes with a teacher who closed every practice by saying, “May the corners of your heart and the corners of your mind open a little wider.” Sometimes holding space for someone, seeing them and accepting them exactly as is requires opening the corners of our hearts and minds wider than we are comfortably prepared for in the moment. Sometimes it requires listening deeply to what is just under the words being spoken. We don’t have to agree with others to see them, hear them, and make them feel they belong. And ultimately, we get to choose how deeply we connect with others once we have seen and heard them.

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Well…How Did I Get Here?

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As I write down dates for the two teacher trainings and retreat I’m co-leading in 2020 the Talking Heads song, “Once in a Lifetime” pops into my head. “And you may ask yourself, ‘Well…How did I get here?'”

Eight years ago I embarked on a journey that changed my life, which sounds cheesy and cliché, but it’s true. In the summer of 2011, I partook in a 200-hour yoga teacher training, the same one I have co-lead for the last two years. I had an inkling that I might want to teach yoga. I had been happily teaching dance on and off for close to a decade. Mostly, I just thought I would incorporate yoga into the work I was doing as a dance/movement therapist. I was constantly being asked to lead yoga groups in addition to my therapeutic groups. My response remained a steadfast no because I was not a certified yoga instructor. Now, I would finally be able to incorporate yoga into my therapeutic work. That was the only path I really saw for myself at that point in time.

I had shelved the idea of doing a yoga teacher training after half-heartedly researching different programs and not finding one that felt like the perfect fit. When the studio that had become my yoga home four years prior announced their inaugural teacher training my gut instinct said, “Do it!” Having finished my graduate degree just two years earlier, the whole school thing was still fresh. My yoga practice had become an integrated and integral piece of my life over the last five years. I went in to the teacher training believing I was well prepared.

Sparks of nervous excitement were woven into even the calmest of moments as four teachers, leading their first teacher training, and nine students spent four weekends during one of the hottest Augusts in New York City history nestled inside a tiny yoga studio in midtown Manhattan. We were all embarking on this brand new journey together. It was simultaneously messy and magical, and really hard.

During the week, I was working as a per diem dance/movement therapist in nursing homes. The beautifully fleeting moments of genuine connection where I felt I was truly doing worthwhile and fulfilling work were too few and far between to sustain me through what felt like wading in knee-deep mud with no help or shore in sight 90% of the time. The work simply was not for me, although I wasn’t ready to admit that just yet. During the teacher training, I was interviewing for a position as lead therapist at a preschool for children on the spectrum. While I looked like a shoe in for the position there was a nagging voice in the back of my mind that kept whispering, “Are you sure this is what you want to do?” In desperate need of a full-time job to replace the per diem work I was doing I forged ahead full steam.

Hurricane Irene swept across much of the Caribbean and East Coast while we were safely sequestered at a retreat center upstate New York for the final seven days of our teacher training. Completely unaffected by the gusts of wind and torrents of rain wrecking havoc and causing widespread destruction, we practiced teaching sun salutations during the day and discussed the Yoga Sutras by night. While the landscape of our retreat center remained serene, internally, I was in the midst of my own personal hurricane. I hadn’t been prepared for so much personal and emotional stuff to be unearthed while studying yoga philosophy and dissecting asana (physical poses). I had explored myself extensively through individual and group talk and movement therapy. I truly thought I had worked through all my stuff, and the stuff I hadn’t yet worked through I was at least super aware of. Oh, how wrong I was.

The humidity of summer still thick in the New York City air, my phone quietly rang as I was stepping off the M15 bus just south of E 42nd Street on 2nd Avenue. I was unsuccessfully trying to keep my anxiety in check as I began walking toward the yoga studio to take my final written exam for teacher training. I glanced at the phone, not intending to answer until I saw it was the supervisor at the school where I had been interviewing. Not knowing if I had officially received the job would be too great of a distraction while I took the four hour exam, so I answered. A classic case of nepotism – I was regretfully informed the position had been given to someone else but my next employer would be very lucky to have me.

I felt on the precipice of something as summer gradually turned into fall. I busied myself with performing and creating new work for my dance company, attempting to navigate but mostly trying to forget the raw confusion I felt when pausing to look at my life. The healing power of movement had been saving me for close to three decades. I wanted to share this with others, I just didn’t know how that was going to manifest. My life was about to shift in ways I never could have dreamt for myself. I was about to learn the real magic of yoga – if we remain open, it will guide us exactly where we are meant to be.

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Yoga Retreat in Greece

Close your eyes…envision Summer 2020…

Feel the gentle warmth of the setting sun on your face and shoulders as you soak in the last golden hues of light casting out over the Aegean Sea and mountains. Contentedly tired after a day filled with yoga, long walks with breath-taking views, floating in the pool, and sitting in the sauna. Ready to stand firmly in your light and power after skillfully guided and supported self-reflection. Blissfully filled to the brim with love and support, surrounded by beauty.

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Reflect. Rest. Renew.

Retreat

 

Unearth Your Magic & Light

 

July 16-23, 2020

Amorgos, Greece

Join me, along with special guest teacher, Heather Bernstein, on the Greek island of Amorgos, famed for its clear waters. Connect with your truest self through daily yoga and meditation classes combined with intention setting and Unearthing Your Magic & Light journaling sessions. Rejuvenate your soul exploring breathtaking hiking trails, swimming in the pool and Aegean Sea, and pampering yourself with massages and downtime to daydream.

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Double Rooms – $2320                                                                                 Single Rooms – $2975

A Deposit of $800 reserves your spot!

What is Included:

·      7nights/6 days at the Aegialis Hotel & Spa with private balcony and sea view of the crystal-clear Aegean Sea

·      Daily yoga, meditation, and Unearthing Your Magic & Light journaling sessions with Djuna

·      Evening restorative yoga sessions with guest teacher, Heather

·      Daily delicious breakfast buffet (vegetarian, vegan, and gluten-free options available)

·      Daily lunch OR dinner at the hotel’s award-winning Ambrosia Gallery restaurant (vegetarian, vegan, and gluten-free options available) – additional meals may be added for a small fee

·      One 30 minute relaxing massage at the hotel’s peaceful spa complex, Lalon Idor Spa

·      10% discount on Face and Body treatments at Lalon Ido Spa

·      Use of Lalon Idor Spa facilities (the sauna and hammam, Jacuzzi, indoor heated seawater swimming pool, and fitness center

·      Transfers upon arrival and departure in Amorgos island (port-hotel-port)

I would love to have you join me on this incredible retreat. For more information visit DjunaPassman.com

Register Now!

Let the summer of 2020 be the year you deepen your practice, unearth your magic, and let your light shine!

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Reflecting on 2018

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On more than one occasion I mentioned to someone that 2018 had been a really challenging year for me only to be met with a quizzical look. On the outside, 2018 was a great year both professionally and personally. Internally, there was a lot of turmoil and some major shifting caused by finally realizing my own self-worth, no longer judging myself, and ceasing to be busy all the time.

Early this year as I began lesson planning for the first yoga teacher training I would be co-leading it became clear that I could not continue to shrink and deny my strengths and talents. I couldn’t ask others to stand in their power and shine their lights brightly if I was dimming my light hiding in the corner. Other people believed in me so maybe, just maybe, it was time to start believing in myself. It was time to fully own my strengths and weaknesses. Acknowledging all the ways I had been holding myself back, all the missed opportunities, and all the unhealthy relationships was like a punch in the gut. I’m still unpacking where the denial of my self-worth truly stems from. Somewhere along the road I began to feel less than, not quite good enough, a small weight I began toting around early in life that gained in heft until it effectively overshadowed everything. For so long I lied to myself saying it was just healthy self-criticism and critique. In reality it was perfectionism run amok. Several years ago I began to genuinely hear the voices of those close to me asking that I acknowledge all the ways my lack of self-worth was impacting my everyday life from relationships to income to daily interactions and conversations. I had to truly own up to this and take some very hard, sometimes painful, actions to drop the weight. After months of anxiety induced sleeplessness I finally increased my private client fees and asked for raises at the studios where I taught. A few important relationships had to end, some ended when others walked away from me, some ended when I chose to walk away. Let me tell you, it sucks to be on both sides of that coin – loss is loss no matter where you stand. Old internal dialogues that had become entrenched in the way I spoke to myself had to be massively rewritten. I had to consciously practice speaking to myself in different ways, kinder, more positive ways.

For years, okay, decades, I believed that I could silently judge myself in every imaginable way while remaining nonjudgmental of others. Sure, a few people had openly called me out as being judgmental of others over the years, which totally irritated me (in the way we get shifty and angry and full of blame when called out on things that are true but we are unready to hear and accept) before I shrugged it off as nonsense. It wasn’t until I addressed the self-judging and critiquing, actively choosing to rewrite my internal monologue, that I realized how much I was also silently judging others. It was rarely the big stuff, although, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t judging others about big stuff at times. I was mostly judging others about little stuff, what they posted on Instagram, the clothes they wore, the new haircut, the way they spoke to others, it allowed me to feel right, justified in my choices, dare I even say, superior. This was not something that was easy or comfortable to admit. Quite honestly, it felt super shitty to stare this fact down and take it in. All of the self-judging made me feel lousy so in turn, I was judging others to help boost myself back up. What an ugly, vicious cycle. No one was winning. The more I silenced the judging voice speaking to me the more it stopped speaking about others. The little things just didn’t matter. I did not need to get worked up over or have any opinions or feelings about all the trivial stuff I had been choosing to weigh in on simply because it momentarily turned the harsh judging voice away from myself and bolstered how I was feeling. Releasing the judging voice kind of happened overnight. Well, my realization of it happened overnight. In hindsight, it had been a work in progress built upon millions of barely perceptible baby steps I had begun taking a few years ago.

I, like so many others, wore being busy as a badge of success. Being busy meant I was an accomplished, in-demand yoga teacher. I had made it. Living in New York City can sometimes feel like a competition to see who can be the busiest. It is, after all, the city that never sleeps filled with people who go, go, go, go, go. However, being busy all the time also meant I was tired all the time, always teetering on the edge of burnout, and not fully present or dealing with a lot of stuff in my life. I am fortunate to love my work, but I was not okay with it becoming the sole thing everything else in my life revolved around. Slowing down was hard. I had been on the go-go-go, crash and burn, pause, and repeat cycle since I was a teenager. Choosing not to be busy all the time meant letting go of classes and clients I loved working with and creating a new schedule. First, I luxuriated in having time to fully engage in things I love like cooking and baking, and going to the theatre regularly as opposed to once in awhile. Then, I got bored. I felt huge pangs of guilt over having downtime each week. And then all kinds of stuff started to surface, feelings I hadn’t really had time to deal with, choices I had made and the consequences I had cleverly sidestepped because I was…busy. Things that needed attention and focus, painful, messy things like processing the loss of certain relationships and accepting that years I would never get back had been devoted to work instead of other pieces of my life suddenly had my time and attention. My first instinct was to pick up more classes and clients, in other words, return to being busy. Instead, I set firm boundaries with myself and chose to finally sort through and deal with the uncomfortable feelings that surfaced. I will admit, I kind of miss wearing the busy badge, but devoting more time and energy to things outside of work has been truly wonderful.

I’ve been sitting with all of this as 2018 winds down and people begin talking about setting goals and intentions for 2019. I’ll be spending the last handful of days remaining in this year reflecting on all of the shifts that took place, allowing them to sink in a little more before I start pondering what I hope to bring into fruition in the New Year. At the heart of all the change was how I spoke to myself, my internal dialogue. I started to fully understand the power of my own thoughts and the importance of consciously choosing how I spoke to myself, which in the end impacted how I treated others and myself.

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Coming Home

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A few days ago, I stepped back on my yoga mat and back into the studio to teach after a four week break from both my own practice and teaching.

I didn’t intentionally set out to take such a long break from yoga. I have been practicing almost daily for about thirteen years now. I have been teaching for the last seven years. This is the longest break I have taken from practicing or teaching. I spend a chunk of time in California each summer. As I headed out of Brooklyn and to the West Coast, I knew I needed a bit of a break and early on gave myself permission not to teach for several weeks. I had begun feeling tired and burnout all the time. My work/life boundaries seemed blurred to the point of nonexistence. My one day off each week was spent holed up in my apartment vegging out because that was what I needed to recharge for the week to come, which consisted of six days of lots and lots of work. I did not, however, intend to step away from my own practice.

My practice is no longer my own – it is always about planning and prepping for classes and private clients, or deepening my own understanding and knowledge base so that I can better guide my students. On the rare occasion when I can release all of that, I use my practice to ground myself so that I can teach multiple classes and private clients each day – it is still in service of my students. There is nothing left that is purely for me. And you know what… I’m okay with that. Coming to this realization was powerful, and confusing because I understood that to truly give myself the time off I needed this summer, I needed to put my own practice on pause.

It felt sacrilegious as a yoga teacher to not practice yoga. I firmly believe that a consistent practice is important. Those days we don’t want to get on our mats are often the times we most need our practices. I kept asking myself, “Shouldn’t I just force myself to get on my mat? Shouldn’t I be exploring this new realization on my mat and within my practice? Won’t it be different away from home, at studios I’ve never been to with teachers I’ve never taken classes from?” Ultimately, the answer deep down in my gut was, no.

The first week of not teaching or practicing felt like a much needed vacation. I felt a sense of relief. The second week, I felt out of balance. My work/life boundary had become so blurred, I wasn’t quite sure who I was without teaching, without yoga. I allowed myself to simply be with all the feelings and questions. And ever so slowly, I began to connect with myself on a deeper level. I was finally able to hear the ever so quiet voice within telling me what shifts I needed to make so that I could continue to do what I love, which is teach yoga, without crashing and burning as hard as I had.

I love teaching. I love taking classes. I love my home practice. All of these things will continue to exist in my life, but they are part of my work. No more coming to my mat or taking classes on my days off. No more using my yoga practice as my way of working out and staying in shape. While in California, I started a new workout routine that was entirely foreign to me, and completely separated from my yoga practice. I reconnected with things that are not work, not yoga. I asked myself what I needed to create and maintain greater balance and boundaries in my life, and I paused to truly listen to the answers.

Stepping onto my mat and back into my practice and teaching paralleled my life. I returned to yoga at the same time I returned home to New York City after six weeks on the central coast of California. I began my first home practice with three minutes in child’s pose. I needed to ground myself, to shut out all the external noises, and tune into myself. I spent the first day and a half back home in Brooklyn in my apartment, grounding myself in my space, feeling the energy of being in a city as opposed to a small town nestled between the ocean and the mountains. Everything felt different, and yet familiar. Sinking into the rhythm of sun salutations and the bustle of New York City felt natural. Oh did it feel good to be back. It felt like a long-awaited homecoming.

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January Book of the Month

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I wanted to start the year out with a book that is not just one of my favorites, but one that you can return to all year long. Meditations from the Mat offers short, one to two pages, reading delving into yogic philosophy and application for every day of the year. Basically, you get 365 nuggets of wisdom to enrich your practice and your life. One of the many things I love about this book is that you can read it cover to cover or randomly select readings, focusing on what is of particular importance to you and your practice at any given time. I strongly believe this is a must have for any yogi’s library.

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Women’s Yoga Workshop

It that time again, one year is coming to a close and a new year looms bright and full of possibility on the horizon. In other words, resolution making time. Who has made resolutions in the past, or even for the upcoming year? Who has failed at following through with their resolutions for twelve whole months? I know I sure have. Last year, my friend and I made a resolution to find what we deemed to be the best chocolate molten lava cake in New York City by going to one restaurant a month to eat cake. And guess what? Yup…we failed. We failed at eating chocolate cake! Point proven, resolutions do not work. You know what does work, consistency paired with support.

I am choosing to run my online workshop for women at the start of the year.

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8-Week Online Yoga Workshop for Women

January 8th – March 4th

Move, Reflect, Connect

I know, you’re probably thinking, “Eight weeks?!? That’s a huge commitment!” Well, yes, it is. Some research says it takes two or more months to fully build a new habit. And, life get busy at times. The beauty of eight whole weeks is that if you have a busy day, two days, or whole week, you can still come back to the workshop and pick right back up. You can also choose how much time you dedicate to your practice each day. Our practice is not all or nothing. One thing I, and the previous participants, are working on is recognizing that five or ten minutes on a busy day is far better than no minutes. So what if you could find a half hour or full hour to spend on your practice? Eight weeks allows for time to truly build the habit of coming to your practice consistently, not just when it is convenient or you have an easy day.

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At the end of this 8 weeks you will have:

  • 8 audio yoga classes to use anytime, anyplace
  • Quotes to return to again and again
  • Articles and videos exploring different aspects of your spiritual journey and practice
  • A group of powerful women to reach out to for support and inspiration
  • A greater understanding of how your practice affects your everyday life
  • Insight into your personal narrative and how that helps or hinders you on your path
  • 8 exercises that help you connect more deeply with yourself and your authentic voice

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I would love for you to join me on this transformative journey. I know money can be tight after the holidays, so I am offering a special discount of 40% off the full price, which comes out to just $60 a week. Click here to sign up for the discounted rate of $480. Start 2018 feeling physically strong and grounded, mentally focused and clear, and spiritually connected to yourself and others.

For more info visit: DjunaPassman.com

 

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December Book of the Month

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Confession, I wasn’t going to do a December book of the month. I have the line up of books for next year, but I was just going to skip over the last month of 2017. Then, today, I found myself home sick. There was an explosion in a subway tunnel here in New York City this morning, the wildfires are raging across California, it’s the holiday season, and I am feeling unfocused, ungrounded, and exhausted. As I was drawing a hot bath for myself, I started perusing my bookshelves looking for something to read while taking my bath. I pulled Kahlil Gibran’s, The Prophet off the shelf. As I began rereading it, I realized what a perfect book for the end of the year, or the end of any journey, while we stand on the precipice of what is to come.

My parents gave me this book when I graduated high school.

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I did not get it, or fully appreciate it then. Now I realize what truly cool parents I have and what an amazing graduation gift this book was. I have reread it many times throughout the years, but it has been at least eight years since I read it cover to cover. So, as 2017 begins to wrap up and the world seems to be falling apart in every possible way, I turn to the words of wisdom found in, The Prophet. I’d love for you to join me in reading this timeless book that has the power to speak to all of us, regardless of where we stand on our paths in life.

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Cyber Monday Sale

 

Cyber Monday Sale

Give the gift of yoga to yourself and others this holiday season!

(Let’s face it, we all have enough stuff already. Give a gift that will last a lifetime.)

8-Week Online Yoga Workshop for Women

January 5th – March 2nd, 2018

Start 2018 feeling physically strong and grounded, mentally focused and clear, and spiritually connected to yourself and others. 

Move, Reflect, Connect

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Gain clarity and intention within your yoga and meditation practices. 

Uncover and truly listen to your authentic voice. 

Develop a deeper understanding of how your thought patterns and habits affect your everyday life.

 

$400
50% off the full price!
Only $50/week!

$700 for 2 people
 $350 per person!
Share the journey with a friend or family member and save even more!

 

For more information visit: DjunaPassman.com

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