8.19.22

 

Hi All,

 

One of the best things about Let Your Yoga Dance is being in community. We practice as a kulaKula is a Sanskrit word that can be translated as “community,” “clan” or “tribe.” We are a tribe of moon dancers, rainbow chasers, and music lovers! What fun and joy! Hope to see you at the kula dance on Saturday. 

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Last week on NPR I heard a poem called “Love Me” that draws on love letters from 600 submissions. NPR’s Poet-in-Residence Kwame Alexander turned some of them into this community, crowd-sourced poem!  It was so amazing to me that I had to share it with our kula.  Notice my favorite line highlighted in yellow. 

Dear Love,

Seeing you again today has got me thinking. We are at that stage in life where it’s death — funerals, wakes, memorial services — that draws us together.

Should we wait for someone else to die to get together again? For some unknown reason the thought of you taking singing lessons in Bishkek crossed my mind this morning. I hope you are still singing, opening windows and laughing at our absurdities.

Every morning I open up to the back deck and look at the colorful array of life.

I dare you to wake up early before the sunrise, to step out of your home barefoot and naked. I dare you to walk through the grass and drift toward the trees and when you get there to raise your head high and plant your feet deep to look at the sky and marvel at its changing color

Mortality is looming large. I’m almost 80. You will be soon, a few weeks before me. Will we party? Maybe? Does this worry you? Getting older?

Today, I noticed a tiny grasshopper leap into the unknown, and suddenly my escape turned into a race to be home. To tell you about it. To hold your tiny, chubby hand and show you this tiny leaping soul, and revel in your delight. Your wonder.

But, you are gone, and everything I see, touch, smell, hear takes me back to the you I still love, the you that still lives in all I see.

When I boil my water to make a cup or two, I remember the coffee cup by the bathroom sink with lipstick on the rim and still half to drink.

I have your smile, too. I also have the lines around my face that have come from smiling. Like you, I earned them.

If I could choose heaven for you, I think you’d have a small farm by the side of the sea. I’d put the Blue Ridge Mountains by the Assateague Shore, and move green Irish islands a short walk from your door. There’d be gardens and rivers, an ocean and beach, and a busy French market within easy reach.

Dear Old Friend,

I read your name in today’s newspaper.

Isn’t it silly that eulogies are said after death? Why not before?

I miss you. I miss our youth.

Now our grandkids are that age, and I wake each morning hunting memory.

Dear treasured old friend, it’s pushing midnight. Why am I writing a letter to you that I have no way to send, any more than you to receive?

I look for you every day. Sometimes I find you. I saw you in the hooded oriole staring at me from the plum tree, I felt you as my kitten purred and curled into my neck. My neighbor brought me beautiful roses today and I saw your face light up. You loved roses.

Dear Phyllis, I know you don’t remember me. You don’t remember much of anything: Your life, your family, yourself. My letters probably don’t mean anything to you. But I remember you for both of us.

Dear Yoga Teacher, thank you for being ordinary. Thank you for having the same thickness around the middle.

Dear Nathan, my sweet son, please go to sleep. Mommy has to keep working and get up soon, before the moon switches with the sun.

Dear Grandma, we haven’t spoken for a while now, and I suppose that’s my fault. I haven’t been in the best of moods, and I’ll assume you know why. As you know I’ve always kept our letters, wedged underneath my box spring. They’ve slept soundly for as long as I can remember, so quiet and peaceful.

Dear Me, I know you are suffering.

Dear Darkness, I am tired. Of you.

Dear Lawmakers, you’re hammering away at my daughter’s rights.

Dear World

Dear World

Dear World

You won’t be able to read this for another few years, and even then, it may not make much sense, But here is the message my dear: There is beauty in the worst of us, trees are your friends. But not geese – they will poop everywhere, and try to nest in your flower pots. Ignore my tangential goose warnings. Your destiny is determined by the life cards you choose to play. Always believe Gandalf.

If you should happen upon these words, know I have lived in many daydream moments with thoughts of you.

My solitude allows the time to reflect and care, arrange a memory in rhyme, to hold it close and fair.

Love, Me

Love you,
Terri

 

6.30.22


Hi All,

American democracy is always worth celebrating! As we have seen with the Jan 6 hearings this week, the rule of law (rather than the rule of the minority, the mob, or one man) requires vigilance and patriotism above and beyond partisan politics.  It is with great love of country that I invite you to join me in honoring the crazy, confusing, and glorious dance of democracy on Saturday. Hope to see you there.

    

Please note, this Sunday I will NOT be offering an outdoor Let Your Yoga Dance session at Willow Street. (I have a special reunion with friends!)  Wherever you may be for the July 4th holiday, I hope you have some fun and let freedom ring in your heart, body, and soul.

 

 Terri

The Land is Your Land! Love this song and this moment of celebrating the peaceful transfer of power in America at the Obama Inauguration.

 

 

6.16.22


Hi All,

What could be more important than celebrating the end of human slavery in America?  Finally, there is a new national holiday to mark that moment: Juneteenth, the day 153 years ago when the enslaved people of Texas were finally freed, two-years after the Emancipation Proclamation. This Saturday  we will be moving with the music of African American freedom to honor this step toward truth and reconciliation in our nation’s history, even as we recognize the hard, continuing struggle to achieve real liberty and justice for All. Henceforth, on Juneteenth, we will be dancing in the streets!

And please join me on Sunday in front of Willow Street Yoga studio for the free outdoor Let Your Yoga Dance class at 11:00 am. Again, we will be celebrating the official Juneteenth holiday and Father’s Day. You can pre register on Wellness Living or just show up. Bring a friend just for the joy of it.

With appreciation,
Terri 

I am moved by these young women telling the story of Juneteenth with dance. It turns the oppression of slavery into a powerful expression of human resilience and liberation.

Terri Shuck

 

Terri Shuck is a graduate of the Willow Street 200 Hour Yoga Teacher Training and a certified Let Your Yoga Dance instructor sponsored by the Kripalu Center for Yoga and Health. Terri began practicing yoga 14 years ago and it changed her life by providing a path for self-care, centering, and well-being in the context of a fast-paced career in Washington, DC. Now she is dedicated to sharing the life-enhancing experience of yoga as a student-centered practice that is accessible to people of all ages. Her Let Your Yoga Dance classes are designed to enliven our bodies, brains, hearts, and souls with the joy of music, movement, and community.