#yoga students

[nativeyoga]

Lotta Sebzda - Demonstrating Age is Just a Number in Yoga

Lotta Sebzda, a 57 year old Swedish Ashtanga yoga practitioner and hairdresser, shares her love for Ashtanga yoga and her journey with the practice. She discusses the benefits of a consistent practice, the importance of listening to your body, and the joy of teaching workshops. Lota also talks about the evolution of social media and its impact on the yoga community.Follow Lotta on Instagram at…

[sonamedicalcollege]

Students and Faculties of SMCNY visited Kaivalyadhama Yoga Institute

Students and Faculties of SMCNY visited Kaivalyadhama Yoga Institute,Lonavala and had a great experience there. They Interacted with the yoga students,visited the largest Yoga library with more than 1500 Manuscripts,visited Samadhi of Swami Kuvalyanandha and his disciples,went for an organic shopping in the Herbal shop,had a soothening Satvic diet with self serving by our student volunteers!

This was a great informative and educational experience for the students of Part.

More: https://www.sonamedicalcollege.ac.in/blog/smcny-students-visited-kaivalyadhama-yoga-institute/

[ecbee]

Heading into the new year, it’s important to take a moment to be grateful for what you have, and where you’re at as you set goals for 2023.

Don’t forget the present while pining for the future 🤍

Art by @madebynelson on IG and Twitter

[ra-vio]

Miguuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

[thepersonalwords]

A person with less knowledge and more self-confidence (which is primarily a way of thinking and acting) will often run circles around a person with more knowledge and less self-confidence; which means that self-confidence has the upper hand to knowledge when it comes to acting in the world. It has been interesting to see many of my star academic students struggle with teaching in the real world, while others who were less qualified in the academic field but had more self-confidence have gone out and positively affected many more people through their teaching.

Gudjon Bergmann, Create a Safe Space: An Inspirational Guidebook for Yoga Teachers Who want to Further Serve their Students

[studentbyday]

{ 06.11.24 } · { 50 days of routine } · { day 8 }

i have to fill in a daily activities sheet for four days as part of the CBT workbook 😑 so for the next four days, you'll be suffering along with me, seeing my messy handwriting 😂

as you can see, i probably used my phone way too much today compared to the amount of stuff i have to do 🙃🥲🥲🥲 idk, what do you do when your brain needs a break and your body just really doesn't want to do anything either? 😅 i fear if i lay in bed to decompress, i will never want to leave it lol 😂

also. i have reached a new record. 90 tabs on my laptop browser. 🥲 (dw, i expect a good chunk of it will go away when i'm done with the global health assignment...only to go back to an insane number when i start the next one soon)

🎧 yesterday once more / i won't last a day without you – the carpenters

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

12th day of my new job, my boss and I successfully coordinated our move into a new office space downtown, and I have more money in my bank account than ever in my life (which sounds like not much still but one time I took out a loan for a whole year's worth of living expenses (for a poor master's student in pre-covid days), so)

[rockingrobin69]

Downward, upward, anywhere - pt. 1

Take a deep breath… hold it… good.

Smith cornered him just outside the studio. “Draco! Hey, Draco!” panting a bit, all flushed with a stupid grin smeared on his face.

“Zacharias,” Draco tipped his chin the tiniest amount.

“I didn’t know you do yoga now!”

“Hmm?” staring at his own fingernails. When that didn’t work, “Yes, well. They say exercise is,” stopped there with a sigh, tired and over-warmed and still annoyingly thinking about—argh. He just needed some water and a few moments of quiet. Not the super-hot instructor’s hands on his hips again, fixing his position.

“—and that’s really difficult, of course,” Smith was droning on, self-satisfied smile and his chest puffing wider with every second. “So, what do you think?”

Draco blinked, post-yoga crabby already. “What?”

“About, erm, Saturday?”

“What?” the look on his face made Smith flinch. “Sorry, I—what about Saturday?”

He gulped a bit before saying, with a lot less bravado, “The party? This Saturday. Everyone’s going, so, I wondered if maybe you’d,” wild hand gestures completed the question for him.

“Oh,” Draco said, then, “oh, you… right. I don’t think I’m available. Sorry.”

Smith didn’t look as crushed as he possibly should be. “Can I get your number? In case you change your mind.”

“Ah,” Draco, couldn’t, erm, think of an excuse fast enough, mind sluggish from all the sweat and the hot-fucking-instructor’s hands, big and warm and perfect on his waist, and, “what? Oh. Why don’t you give me your number, that way I can,” and pretended to write down whatever Smith was saying. Then nodded him along, which took ages, leaving Draco finally, blessedly alone. The sun had set, streetlights buzzing on in too-bright-white.

As if on cue, Pansy, Blaise and Greg all walked out, towel-wrapped shoulders and grinning. “Well well well,” Pansy said first, and Blaise even smacked Draco’s bum with said towel.

“Looks like our boy is finally getting some action,” Greg, the traitor.

“What? No!”

“He is so dreamy,” Blaise blinked his eyelashes faux-coyly. “Oh, Zacharias!”

Draco made a truly inelegant sound, rolled his eyes, and started walking away without looking at his so called ‘friends’. “Took your sweet time,” to Pansy, who appeared at his shoulder, still (infuriatingly) grinning.

“I’d never get in the way of true love,” Pansy said solemnly, and Draco remembered he hated her. “Also, had to stay to do a little snooping on our new instructor.”

Maybe didn’t so much hate as adored her. “And?” biting his own tongue in the rush.

“His name’s Harry, he’s our age, and he’s not married.”

“That’s not a lot to go on,” Draco frowned, jumped when Blaise clapped his shoulder.

“Cheer up, darling. We also learned something very important. You’ll never believe who’s his good mate who convinced him to move down here.”

“Who?”

Blaise’s smirk reflected in Pansy’s face, and, looking behind his shoulder, also in Greg’s. “Loony Lovegood.”

Draco stopped still. “Fuck me.”

“Yes, love, that’s the general objective,” with another pat on his back, and his friends already turning towards their normal café, leaving him nauseous and a little panicky on the pavement, under the harsh street light.

*

In… and out.

Loo-na Lovegood lived with a brutish redhead in a tiny flat entirely crammed with plants. Draco had been exactly twice: once, for the house-warming, and the second for their cat’s birthday. To be fair, it was a nice cat. Fluffy and vicious with an inexplicable affection for socks and a grand tail. Draco thought the cat at least showed a bit of the family pride Loony all but chucked out the window. Of course, back then, he was still speaking to his father, and was not quite the pariah he’d turned himself into nowadays.

She answered his call, still, surprisingly or perhaps not, and was apparently delighted to invite him over for tea.

“Jasmine or charcoal?”

Draco blinked. “Ah, jasmine would be lovely, thank you.” Sitting down delicately on the piece of plastic. “So you’re, ah, remodelling?”

“What? oh, no. It’s a really funny story. Gin and I were going to make a present for Bartholomeo and then he—you know how he’s like, with the socks, and there were prints all over the flat and I thought it was grand but lacked a little something so, what about kombucha?”

“Pardon?”

Luna turned back from the cupboard. “I forgot we had kombucha! Harry swears by it.”

Draco’s heart went seventy times faster. “Harry?” he asked, entirely innocently.

“Yeah, you remember my friend, well you’ve never met him but do you remember he has glasses and lovely black hair and he loves kombucha and he does acro with his dog and it’s the most wonderful thing!”

Trying to unpack the rather-a-lot: “Wait, he’s—doing what with his dog?”

“Acro-yoga? His dog’s adorable. His name is Snuffles and he’s fifteen years old and the sweetest thing in the whole entire world. You have to watch the video!”

“There’s a video?” in what he hoped wasn’t a completely embarrassing tone.

“Here, let me show you. Oh, watch the paint, we wouldn’t want to get your nice trousers all… hmm.”

“Hmm?”

“Hmm. Nothing. Just something that Harry… the video! Oh, Draco, you won’t even believe it, here we go.”

Draco left the flat that day with three revelations:

Maybe he did sort of like dogs after all.

Harry Potter wasn’t entirely human. Couldn’t be, looking like that, smiling like that.

Loony Lovegood makes one hell of a jasmine tea.  

Then, on the bus and a rushed phone call later:

4. Harry Potter was going to be in Smith's party on Saturday.

(For flufftober day 30. Hopefully, a sequel to this will be posted tomorrow! Find the soft AO3 collection here).

[sleepy-gardevoir]

december 6, 2023 - wednesday week 2

went on a grocery trip and proctored an exam for the pledges of my fraternity today! also got some stuff done for the pharmacology assignment due tomorrow, and finished a couple of physical chemistry assignments.

trying to take advantage of my free time to get back into reading - have been chugging through the audiobook of i'm glad my mom died by jennette mccurdy (which i highly recommend) and trying to finish up my read of the crow by alison croggon (which i started in august).

song of the day: dark green water - great grandpa

[mrsmess]

I call him Yoga Bear. He’s based on a real (stuffed) one in my local museum.

[beautyqueenproblems]

Incredibly enjoying my job💗

[porcelainmortal]

first price -- Role play!

Thank you for the ask, Nonnie!

The inspiration from this scene sort of came from a scene in @omgcmere's the poem you make of me (one of my fave fics of all time, my re-reads of which is well into double digits).

But it also fits perfectly well as a prequel to perineyum, which just tickles me endlessly. So. Whoever you are, I hope you enjoy!! 💕

🪄🎡 Freaktober 2024 🧿⚡️

[carolinegilnert]

Resonate with your body mind and soul , not trying to show off my curves but you wouldn’t expect me have my #yogasession with tight and uncomfortable wears

And that’s my flower plant there , growing my plant

[beingboldandcourageous]

And that's a wrap on a very trying Geo and Geo lab class 📖 I learned a lot about geologic features, and concepts and had fun putting togeather a Google earth pro tour and a story board for the Indian River Lagoon.

And today was an easy Saturday walk in the 10k training rotation 🏃‍♀️

Happy March everyone!!

[theshivguru]

Support Education in Rural India 🙏

Change a Life Today: isha.co/give24

[natalias-pierogi]

honestly it frustrates me so much that exercising and eating well and getting enough sleep truly are one of the best things you can do for your mental health, but most of us has such a damaged and skewed relationship with those things because of the things we've been hearing since childhood.

when we're told to work out its usually not in a "move your body in ways that feels good and is enjoyable" but in a "work out so you can fit into this unnatainable beauty standard that will change in a few years anyway". when we're told to eat healthy were not being taught how to balance our diet so that we have energy and enjoy food. instead we're told to count calories and cut down on sugar and carbs.

we're not being taught to love ourselves and take care of ourselves. we're being taught self hate and self sabotage instead.

and that makes me so mad.