When I first read Return to Life, the line that stopped me in my tracks was “Decide to remain true to yourself.”
To me, this statement encapsulates the very essence of The Method.
There is an unparalleled feeling when you do the work and feel it in your own body, when you show up for yourself. You experience a kind of euphoric high that simultaneously makes you feel lighter than air and grounded, confident and powerful. You feel this way, because when you move your body intelligently, allowing the breath to illuminate the path ahead, you enliven and awaken the spirit. You feel lighter because you become more enlightened, more conscious, more alive!
It comes from a dedication to yourself, so that you can be your very best.

Let’s face it, when our businesses grow and we’re teaching hours each day, our own practice suffers. And it’s honestly the most important component to keeping your own inspiration alive and to embodying the work—to serving as an example to others, particularly to your students. As they transform, so do you. As you observe them and take them through the sequences you design for their bodies, you can truly feel what they’re experiencing because you’ve committed yourself to feeling those same sensations in your own body. And you become a more sentient, more compassionate, more inspiring teacher as a result.
Explore how honoring yourself and doing the work makes you an exceptional teacher and entitles you to a lifetime of learning and upward-spiraling excellence. This is true not only in body and mind, but in spirit—how on any given day, even when you’re feeling tired or low, you can meet yourself exactly where you are with lovingkindness and appreciation. It’s how you’ll invite your body to partner with you in your daily excursions and help you rise to your own occasion. It’s how you’ll be true to you!
Don’t you think it’s time that this joyful feeling of self-fulfillment be yours?
Time to rise to your own occasion and make yourself proud. A great teacher is a devoted lifetime student. When you dedicate yourself to being your best, you inspire the same in others. This superlative interconnection between teacher and student provides each with a mirror and when movement is taught from a place of knowing, experience, and joy, it can be passed along in that spirit of dynamism and inspiration. When executed with finesse and vim and vigor, it tempts the onlooker to want to move in the same way! Why? Because the spirit is coming alive through the body, all from having made the commitment, the decision to remain true to you!_mg_9209_web



Over the course of the past 6 and a half years that I have lived in Philadelphia, (how and why that happened I may never know ..) I have not missed a single opportunity to stop and literally smell the roses. I would approach them and beckon them to me, cradle them gently in my hands and deeply inhale their scent with my entire being, a veritable world of intoxicating bliss that seemed to radically alter every cell in my body, in an instant. Each and every time, no matter what my mental state, my reality shifted dramatically, and I was transported.

Every now and again, I would be in too much of a rush to get to the nectar of the rose, and I would feel the wrath of the thorns on its stem, almost warning me to go slower, to savor the moment before I inhaled its transportive secret, almost as if to tell me that I needed to be more patient, more appreciative, more delicate. Even with the prick of the thorn, and the errant drop of bright red blood on my finger, I delighted in the reward, the almost unfathomable world of pleasure that I drowned in, and shockingly, all in that singular, tiny, divine unfolding of color and billowing, all encompassing profusion of scent. I would often think, “How was it possible that such a miracle- this potent and ethereal world of pleasure could exist in such a small blossom?”

Every rose is different, uniquely beautiful in its own way — the color and shape of its petals, and the subtlety of its special floral pheromones. Tea roses, American Beauty Roses, Crimson Queens, Midas Touch Roses, Sunflare Floribundas, Tropicanas, White Meidilands, too many to name.  In the 4th Street Garden near my once-upon-a-time, magical little jewelry box of a home, there is a vast variety of beauties, just waiting to be inhaled and loved. They are everywhere, thanks to Benjamin Franklin, who had a love for these gorgeous flowers and planted them strategically throughout the old part of town to frame the walkways as a respite from the din and bustle of the city.

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