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Starting Over

It seems like now is the time!

I started this blog several years ago. A whole lot of water has gone under the bridge. I have learned a little bit more about people, life, yoga…My dear friend Daniel is constantly reminding me that I will be a ballerina forever, so I think it’s time I look seriously at yoga thru the lens of who I really am: a ballerina, an artist, a seeker, a spirit junkie….just plain old me. No different from you or anyone else. Here’s my journey.

It’s my dance thru life, one step at a time and sometimes, well quite a lot of times, with 2 left feet 😉

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Here’s how it all started:

I dropped into an Iyengar class in the People’s Republic of Cambridge. We did a pose for a while and then we would lie down to rest and see how it felt, ugh, I was 20 yrs old & I didn’t want to lie down and think about how I felt I wanted to keep going and going and going. And so I kept going as a professional ballerina with Boston Ballet. For 17 years my life was about being thin looking in the mirror & measuring myself against others, basically judgement with a large dose of self judgement. Despite that or because of that dancing was its own spiritual journey. 20160417 - Yoga Masala-70I was living every little girls dream but still searching for something more. When I turned 35 I quit. And it was not long after that I stumbled into my first hot vinyasa class. It was love at first savasana!!  Finally I had found something that focused my attention and challenged me physically. When I moved back home in 2007 there was great Anusara studio, but no great vinyasa and definitely no hot vinyasa! As my life  and my marriage began to unravel, my teacher Rolf Gates did what he lovingly refers to as “I commanded Kyra to open a studio”
So here I am… I had no idea that I would ever quit my “real” job to teach yoga, but I did! What I have come to realize is that this “job” of running the studio has always felt like home even in some of its most uncomfortable moments. I had no idea how much it would help me grow as a teacher but more importantly as a person. It has cemented in me the power of love. We can do anything we choose as long as we do it with love and do the loving thing. I love yoga with all of my heart. I love every person that walks thru the door that is brave enough to step on their mat. I love them for their courage. Some days it’s beautiful and easy and others it totally sucks. And each trip on the mat I remember what I have forgotten, love. Only love is real .

 

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Creating Connection

Hi, my name is Kyra. I am 10.3 pounds over weight. I am addicted to all forms of social media. I am also addicted to yoga, Green and Black’s 85% dark chocolate and to micromanaging every emotion. I am single and hate it, but its better than sacrificing personal growth and communication for empty companionship.  I avoid my Mother because she always asks me to brush my hair. I realized just last week that I have something to share, that I have lived and worked and always followed my heart even into the darkest of places. I am ashamed that I think so little of myself.

So here’s the solution:

Since the death of my Father, I have had a really hard time holding it together. I’ve spent many hours alone, sad and feeling terrible for not appreciating how long I did have him. In my grief, I beat myself up about wanting more of him. He was 91! He lived an amazing life, but I want more.  Then I feel bad for feeling bad.

Immediately after he died, I got on my yoga mat looking for comfort. I am forever grateful for my teachers and students who let me slip in and slip out of classes. They gave me space to be as raw as I needed to be without interruption. But, I needed more. I am so blessed to have Rolf Gates as a dear friend, an amazing teacher and a true mentor. He called often to check in with me after Dad died. Many times I would see his call coming in and cry because of his kindness yet I couldn’t bring myself to answer the phone.

He mentioned a meditation retreat and it felt like the right answer. Sun, silence, yoga and someone else to do the cooking and cleaning. An escape to paradise but with a noble purpose. Just before I left, my dear sweet Haley mentioned reading Brene Brown “The Gifts of Imperfection.” I’ve been a fan for years. We watch her TED talk in my teacher trainings. Recently I had even seen her Super Soul Sunday talk on trust. It was powerful stuff. Watch it here

I don’t even think Haley had finished reading the book before I swiped it out of her hands and hit the road to the airport. I started it on the plane. Yes!!! This was just what I needed. On both legs of my flight there was no one sitting next to me. The old me would have been delighted! The new me felt like the Universe was conspiring against me to force me out of my shell. I was really craving connection!! I wanted to share with someone anyone. I wanted to practice connecting before I got home so I wouldn’t screw it up and you know embarrass myself (sound familiar)?

I have realized that I am sick and tired of carrying around this image of perfection. Yes, I am blonde (or used to be..). Yes, I can be thinner than average(but not now). Yes, I was a ballerina. Yes. Yes. Yes. But how about the fact that I have so little value for who I am and what experience I carry in my whole being?  There are days that I cannot possibly think of one kind word to say about myself. And then there is my shame and fear of being found a phony. How about owning my story and sharing it? How about using all of the work that I have done throughout my life to help others feel more at ease in their own skin? How about, as my dear friend Nadia said one day long long ago “Let us see you cry. Stop pretending. Be real.”

I have spent the last week contemplating how to create connection. The conclusion I’ve come to is this: I cannot waste anymore of my life and energy hiding. It’s time to love myself with all my warts and wrinkles and open up to the real joy that is found in connection. I am running a year of creating connection on my Instagram. I would love for you to join me in connecting and sharing anything that moves you.

So here goes:                                                                                                                                                  Hi, my name is Kyra. I am 10.3 pounds over weight. I am addicted to all forms of social media. I am also addicted to yoga, Green and Black’s 85% dark chocolate and to micromanaging every emotion. I am single and hate it, but will never sacrifice myself again. I avoid my Mother because she always asks me to brush my hair. I realized just last week that I have something to share, that I have lived and worked and always followed my heart even into the darkest of places. My spirit animal is a sea turtle. I love all the people that practice yoga with me. They are brave and fearless. I experience real joy when they move on to other cities. My heart breaks a little when they leave but then grows bigger. It hurts but its a good hurt, like growing pains. I also talk too much………