but wait, there’s more…

i am honored to tell you that there is even more…

if you are planning on coming to either the spring or fall sessions of the original squam art workshops in new hampshire then you can also find me there! i’ll be teaching three (yes 3!) classes at both sessions.

it has been such a joy to be involved in this process with elizabeth, and my experience at SAW last september really helped me to understand the journey we are all on to get there. it takes so much – commitment, energy, sacrifice and help from your families. for many of you this will be a brand new, thrilling experience. for others it may take every once of strength to show up and be brave.

but be brave. the universe needs you to be brave…you need you to be brave.

so, in creating these three unique classes, my intention is to meet you precisely where you are on your creative journey. if you want and need to feel grounded before you begin your SAW adventure, to let the stress of travel slide away and become fully present to the experience – please join me in Good Intentions.

Loosen Up! is for those of you with a bit of yoga experience who want to flow, breathe, play, explore, and shift perspective.

And when you’re ready to allow your experience to steep, to honor the love and nurturing your creative soul received, to appreciate the gift you’ve given yourself, to be thankful for your families and friends who helped you get here, then settle in to the restorative Savoring Gratitude.

if you have any questions, {i love questions!} please, please, please write me directly at michelle {at} outerbanksyoga {.com}.

i can’t wait to share this experience with you…


p.s. registration opens monday! yay!

squam by the sea…

you know that big thing i’ve been telling you about? the one i was so excited about i was almost paralyzed with fear, the one that made me feel proud and humbled and honored all at the same time? and remember that really special road trip i took back in september that led me all the way to new hampshire and back? well, that big thing. it’s here. it’s happening…

squam by the sea

it’s the dream of art & yoga, here, at the beach, with elizabeth ~ oh if ever there was a fairy godmother she. is. it. ~ plus mccabe russell, jen lee, sarah ahearn (and me!) all wrapping our arms and hearts around you as you discover and express your beautiful, beautiful, creative soul though mixed media, writing, mermaid magic and yoga. in a word: divine.

registration opens on monday and is by mail. all the information you need is right here.

and here’s a little secret: dreams really do come true. i swear it…and f you come,  i bet some of yours will too.

be brave. i was…


(p.s. happy birthday, richard! so much love you my friend!)

what if…

“ What if funky, confusing, gray, lonely days were just part of a “system” that, in turn, created bright, rich, happy, friendly days?

What if they were just meant to give deeper elements of your creativity a rest?

What if they were deliberately crafted holidays, of a sort, devised by your inner psyche to relieve you from the pressure of artificial expectations?

Would you still bemoan them, wonder what’s wrong with you, or fear that they’ll never end? Or, would they kind of tickle you pink?


she moves in mysterious ways…

elephants move me with their deeply soulful magic, their massive elephant hearts bursting with memory and emotion. a matriarchal society, an african elephant herd is usually an alpha female and her sisters and daughters caring for their young. males, once adolescent, are sent off on their walkabout to ultimately become lone bulls that roam the savannah looking for mates. elephants have sensitive feet, and are able to communicate through them, sending subsonic vibrations into the earth that can be picked up by other ele’s miles away. they cry. they mourn their dead, years later passing by the bones of lost family members and pausing to stand over them, touching them with their trunks. they remember.

we had duncan cremated and it was important to me that his ashes be a part of our home. there is such a void in this house now…his presence and sweet, loving energy was a palpable thing and it feels different here without him. i had placed some of duncan’s ashes in a small little silver elephant box a friend brought back from cambodia. it’s only about an inch long and i placed it on my altar, next to ganesha – the elephant god. i understood immediately that the perfect place for the remainder of duncan’s ashes would be a larger version of the little elephant. i looked online, found a few, wished i had a more personal connection to them and abandoned the search.

this weekend I traveled back to washington dc for a visit with old friends. dc was duncan’s hood. he so loved living in the city with all it’s smells and the attention he’d get as we walked. people loved him and often stopped to pet him or talk with me about him. This is where he got his moniker as the rastafarian pouncer, so often people would ask “what kind of dog is that?” that we began making up breeds for fun. he actually won the dupont dog show one year for having the ‘most mysterious heritage’ (a trophy & a ribbon!). we would joke about how he owned our neighborhood and he knew it. he always wanted to walk longer and farther in the city, pulling me across different streets if he wasn’t yet ready to go home. those memories of him were vibrant and alive with me as I wandered into a favorite vintage store on 14th street…and there she was right next to the door, exactly what i had wanted ~ a large silver elephant box nearly identical to the small one i had at home.

when we got home last night, this sacred ele found a home on top of the armoire in our bedroom – also next to ganesha. duncan loved bedtime, since that’s when the pack was all together. i filled the box with his ashes, some of his dreadlocks, a feather for safe passage, some lavender, rosemary, cedar and sage.

then last night for the first time since we let him go, i dreamt about him. we were hiking along the billy goat trail outside DC. it’s a rocky trail that often requires the use of your hands to navigate. we both loved this trail for the agility it required of you…and in my dream he was scurrying along behind, looking up at me as we climbed, both of us smiling and happy.



PS thank you to all who came to and contributed to the haitian relief fund during karma yoga yesterday! we’ll do it again next week! lokah samastah sukino bavantu – may all being everywhere be happy and free.

we are one with you haiti…

~thank you for use of the photo, mandy crandell~


living in the outer banks, in the bull’s eye of potentially devastating hurricane paths, other natural disasters somehow take on a unique and personal perspective. so easily this could be our local community in need… and it is just not possible for me to turn away from haiti. personally, i am still reeling with the loss of little duncan and the fierce and palpable awareness of the fragility and sacredness of all life, my grief and heartache is extended and reaches for them…

this poor, island community has lost loved ones, families, friends, pets, homes, businesses, and their livelihood…it is staggering and we must help. they need to know they are not alone…

friends, some options:

haiti earthquake relief, ways you can help – a link with a list of options for donating funds

you can also simply text Haiti” to 90999 and the Red Cross will donate $10, which will be deducted from your cell phone bill. more than $2 million dollars were donated on wednesday.

if you’d prefer to donate more $, you may do it directly from the red cross international response fund website here: american red cross

habitat for humanity is working on affordable shelter solutions

hope for haiti – doctors and medical supplies

doctors without borders

relief efforts from unicef

additionally, financial donations from our karma yoga classes (sundays at 4pm) this month will go to haitian aid. please, join us in support of our neighbors.

thank you…take care of each other.



2010: in a word


“Our life’s work is to use what we have been given to wake up. If there were two people who were exactly the same – same body, same speech, same mind, same mother, same father, same house, same food, everything the same – one of them could use what he has to wake up and the other could use it to become more resentful, bitter and sour. It doesn’t matter what you’re given, whether it’s physical deformity or enormous wealth or poverty, beauty or ugliness, mental stability or instability, life in the middle of a madhouse or life in the middle of a peaceful, silent desert. Whatever you’re given can wake you up or put you to sleep. That’s the challenge of now: What are you going to do with what you have already- your body, your speech, your mind?” ~ Pema Chodron

throughout the virtual world i wander, there is a call to claim the word that you will carry with you throughout the next year. less of a resolution, more of an intention, an awareness. i’m choosing AWAKE, or rather AWAKE has chosen me. it chose me as i tried to distill my thoughts for my students during savasana on new years eve and spoke of witnessing our cozy little ruts. AWAKE chose me as i ran on the treadmill and watched a documentary about tummo meditation. wim hof, a dutch cold-weather endurance runner training for a marathon in antarctica (barefoot. in shorts.) is a tummo practitioner. he spoke these words:

“i am not afraid to die.

i am afraid to not live fully.

and to live fully means to go deep, and for that i am up for any challenge.”

live fully. go deep. say yes. wake up.

for now, AWAKE is manifesting in this need to notice and discover my own cozy little ruts. gently discerning between rut and ritual and creating some habits that encourage more wakefulness, more fullness, more effervescence, more yes, more love.

and with that…unravelling starts tomorrow and i’m diving in deep!

:::oh and check back soon! super exciting news coming early this week! i have goose-bumps i’m so excited!:::