Published February 27th, 2017 by

My doodle-a-day practice is morphing.  Is that a word?

It’s been interesting to see patterns beginning to develop in these seemingly, unconscious, totally right-brain doodles.

Mostly, I’ve observed a preference for circles, swirls, dots, and sinuousmany circles doodle 001 curves over lines, dashes, and ninety degree angles.  That said triangles are a blast.

No doubt my art, if I were to call it that, reflects to me  the daily struggle of my brain to balance out the extreme Uranian energy that has taken over the planet.signed one whirl circle

 

Doodling helps….   I think of it as ArtYoga.  Keep your mind on the ‘working surface’ and be present, as best you can.   See what happens.

 

 

 

 

 

Published January 30th, 2017 by

rooster2017 001  Happy Chinese New Year…..

If you were born in:  1945, 1957, 1969, 1981, 1993, or 2005,  then according to the Chinese astrological system you are a Rooster.  There are elemental differences though and this year is the year of Fire Rooster.  And that’s really all I have to say about that.  I wanted to try and paint a rooster.  I don’t know?  Does this look like a rooster?

Have a nice day.

 

Published October 17th, 2016 by

IAYT logo-webWhen I  first got on a yoga mat  at 26 in ’76 I never dreamed that it would become such a big part of my life.  What I discovered then was that I felt good doing it.  My body responded in positive ways but more importantly my spirit soared.  The inclusive philosophy along with the practices of  chanting, meditation & service offered me a sustaining life path for 40 years.

When I took my first residential teacher training in ’99, becoming a yoga ‘teacher’ was the furthest thing in my mind, and if my Teacher hadn’t required us to teach a public class I might  never have taught one.  I wasn’t immersing myself in yoga to create a career, earn money, or achieve fame.  I wanted to know how to live an authentic life, how to fulfill my own potential, how to comprehend the cosmos, and most importantly, how to help others find peace.  But first, I needed to recover and heal myself of more than a few personal trauma’s.  From the first moment I understood yoga to be a  healing modality I recognized a path forward that was good for me and good for others at the same time.

On September 13,  I arrived in Southern California to assist in a major family crisis.
On September 14 I received word that my application to become a certified yoga therapist was accepted by the IAYT!  It took me the whole summer to complete the application which required detailed, evidence-based,  documentation for a minimum of 700 client hours.  In addition to over 500 hours of training in yoga therapy,  I was able document 2,808 client hours of yoga therapy, and over 10,000 hours if you include astrological counseling as part of yogic science/tradition.  That’s a lot of hours and I’m really grateful to be able to practice my passion with others.

The juxtaposition of a significant family crisis versus the validation of my life’s work was a moment that is nearly impossible to comprehend without a metaphysical understanding of how things work and a spiritual practice of acceptance.  Yoga as therapy continues to be my saving grace.  Om Namo Bhagavate Vasu Devaya.

So now, the ‘powers-that-be’ have deemed me competent as a bridge between yoga and our current medical system, a system that is one of many in our society that is obviously broken. But, cynical as that may sound, I am honored and I heartily accept the responsibility of representing current yoga therapy to the medical community, and any other community that will have me!

Please know that this achievement could not have been possible without the willing participation and support from all of my teachers, students, clients, peers, friends and family that have walked this path with me.  May you all feel the love I have for you.

Om Shanti,
ida

Published October 1st, 2016 by

img_1946  SUNDAY, OCT 9, 2016 

1:30 pm

East Brunswick Public Library, 2 Civic Center Drive. NJ

 I’ve attended the Harper’s Escape weekend intensive maybe 6 times, and now that I’ve finally gotten the ‘hang’ of it, it’s ending.  After 25 years Kathy, the director, and one of my most favorite teachers,  is retiring this event.  So sad.  But, I do understand.    The details above is for the final public concert that completes the weekend event.  I’ll be there and, it’s free.  Come!  It’s always a full house so get there early for a good seat, not that it matters.

 

 

harpdoodle-001Taking up the harp at 50 changed my life brain.  Switching from piano to harp as my primary musical instrument was a learning curve that proved frustrating, challenging, and incredibly rewarding.  More on that another time.  Suffice it to say, 8 fingers on 36 strings, re-wired my brain in ways only a yogi could understand….or a brain scientist.

Next year Kathy is taking a group to Ireland!  OMG.  For those who know me,  you know how much I want to go on that trip!aran-islands-inisheer-001  In August, 2002 my daughter and I traveled there and searched for all-things-harp for 2 weeks. We landed in Shannon and made our way to  Galway during  the big horse race event. We journeyed thru dense fog to Inisheer, one of the  Aran Islands.  We drove on the wrong right long straight road running from the west coast all the way to way to Dublin. The only harp I found was  in a glass case at Trinity Library and I wrote about it here. Of course there were images of harps on coins and beer cans everywhere, but, no harp music anywhere.  Still, the music we did find was damn good!  Money is tight right now so maybe I’ll crowdfund the trip?  If everyone I know/love could send me $5. I bet that might get me there!  I’ll be happy to entertain you all with my harp when I return.

Just kidding….

 

 

Anyway, Wally, a Camac Aziliz, (who I still want to swap/sell/trade  for a Fisher) needs some serious tuning after a hot, humid summer and weeks of neglect.  But, he’ll sing next weekend at the Harpers Escape for sure.

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 Learning to play the harp, and developing a repetoire that suits me and my abilities has been so much fun.  It’s taken me to places both musical and geographical that wouldn’t have happened otherwise. I am blessed.

Here’s a story I wrote about one such experience.  It happened in July, 2007.

Come to this concert….your heart will thank you. 

                                                                    May all beings feel love.  willaangelina-001

 

Published September 9th, 2016 by

1. Put the pen to the paper.

2. Draw a line or a dot.

3. Repeat.

4. Begin Again

5. Stop when it feels complete.