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About: Melissa Smith

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Melissa is a freelance writer, zealous traveler, momma, and AcroThaiTherapeuticsYogaLifeStudentOccasionalTeacher. She leads advanced teacher trainings for Leeann Carey Yaapana Yoga, specializing Therapeutic Partner Practice and hosts retreats in Texas, Thailand & New Orleans for Grace Yoga Retreats. Connect with her on Facebook, her Grace Yoga Blog, and Twitter. or read other Elephant Journal articles.
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Serendipity & the Kindness of Strangers.

by on Mar 29, 2012

“I hear about stories like this but when they happen to you personally, it moves you and gives you hope for all the things that are so good and magnificent in the world.”

Yoga Coalition: A New Community for Post-Anusara Teachers.

by on Mar 2, 2012

Yoga Coalitions’s letter is an open invitation to anyone who wants to participate in a conversation for creating bridges for the rest of community. It was not meant to be “the cool kids club”. “We’ve come out of a culture where there was rampant favoritism. The YoCo wants diversity.”

14 Love Songs (With An Edge) You Should Download Now.

by on Feb 8, 2012

These songs, like the 30 Best Songs of the Year that should be on your Playlist now, are include a few that I somehow left off which happen to be written for the majority of us in mind: imperfectly perfect beings who are not quite in the place they want to be with love and thick in messy stuff of life.

The Journey (to Thailand) by Mary Oliver.

by on Jan 31, 2012

I am forced to look my life in the eye and tell it I’m ready NOW. Come, save me from what I hope for and instead, clear space for me to be mended. I don’t want to miss my life.

3 Kinds of Love By Martin Luther King, Jr.

by on Jan 16, 2012

Eros..a romantic love for your mate. It’s inevitably a little selfish. You love your lover because there is something about your lover that moves you. It may be the way he talks or the way he walks or the personality or the physical beauty or the intellectual power– but it’s always based on that there’s something that attracts you.–Martin Luther King, Jr’s teaching on Love.

The Fulfillment of Hope.

by on Dec 26, 2011

And as the rain poured down on and made gentle patterning noises on the roof, I continued to read: “New water pours over us, as we surrender to the wave. We will wash ourselves clean of the yesterdays that stick to us. This is not death. We are not drowning.” It is the beginning.

Acro Yoga CommUNITY.

by on Dec 13, 2011

When I get an opportunity to fly someone their first flight, I consider it a privilege. It’s like being someone’s first yoga teacher because they have nothing yet to compare it to. A blank slate. Offering them a therapeutic flying experience and observing the look of dazed bliss on their face when they float back to the ground, now that is pure mudita. Feeling vicarious joy or pleasure in delighting in their experience is slightly addictive.

Sick of the Yoga Girl Video? Give me Thumbs Up for Rock and Roll instead.

by on Dec 9, 2011

Every time I turned around this week Hey Yoga Girl? video was reposted on Facebook or emailed or tweeted by a friend, yoga teacher or studio owner. Viral but more like a virus. Come on now Waylon, is everything all about sex, after all?

Waking up a different person.

by on Dec 3, 2011

Awake to the possibilities, I got up one morning and figuratively jumped off the most terrifying and daunting cliff of my life. I woke up a different person.

Love Letter to the Vulnerable Warrior of the Heart.

by on Nov 28, 2011

Six years ago, I entered a hospital room in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia with an extra 32 pounds on my already thick frame. Ankles so swollen they resembled the stump-like shape of an elephant’s.

Pledge to Live.

by on Oct 29, 2011

Balancing on one foot felt impossible. On two feet: a struggle. The teacher’s assistant asked if I’d like something. “Water, please.” Instead she returned with an energy bar. Confused, I finally wobbled out of the room, only to shiver in the cool lobby for the next hour or so while thumbing through a self-help (or Self Enlightenment, as they’re called these days) book I found.


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