This is what I’ve been sitting with lately: how to tend my heart in the storm – what it looks like to call upon grace when the world feels upside down. Even if you’re only halfway keeping up with the news and current events – like me, because my nervous system simply can’t take more – it’s deeply upsetting. Heartbreaking, infuriating, disorienting, and so on. Do you feel it? I’m pretty sure I’m not alone, because many of you have been sharing similar sentiments.

Today, I share more than just the beauty of photography… but also some other delights that are bringing me joy, and might lift your spirits also. Enjoy!

Anger is human.

When anger flares, observe it.

Notice what happens in your physical, animal body – heat, tightness, restlessness, jaw clenching, racing heart, fists... what does it feel like in your body?

Compassion, at least as I understand it, is not about getting things right or feeling a certain way all the time. It’s about showing up with an open heart and honoring what is – even when what is feels unfamiliar, tender, or hard to meet. One form of compassion that feels especially alive for me lately is the practice of befriending my body.

If you’re new here – or maybe it’s been a while – I thought I’d begin the year with a brief reintroduction. I’m Nicole, a certified yoga therapist and registered yoga teacher. In the most fundamental nutshell possible: I teach people to slow down.

I hope you had a nourishing Winter Solstice. Now, slowly and incrementally, the light returns. I’ll be taking my annual solitude and screen-detox retreat a bit earlier than usual this year. I’m teaching a special Christmas Eve class today at noon, and then I’ll be fully offline through January 3.

Yoga Sutra 1.2 tells us that the ultimate aim of yoga is to quiet the fluctuations of the mind – to reach true clarity. The yogic sages described the disturbances that pull us away from that clarity as the kleshas. They name five of them: ignorance, attachment, aversion, ego, and the fear of death. Of these, I feel that the fear of death – abhinivesha – is often the least discussed.

Are you good at doing nothing? Even for just a few minutes? Most of us aren’t. It certainly doesn’t come easily to me. When were we ever taught how? Certainly not in school. Not in the productivity-focused culture we live in. Not on Instagram, where folks are always producing content on how to create, influence, hack, or improve something. Doing nothing is rarely modeled for us, let alone encouraged. So I wonder, could we get good at it?

Welcome to December. For those of us in the northern hemisphere, these are the days of growing dark and cold. I personally love these days, even with my S.A.D. tendency. I love to pull out my warm socks and sweaters, the fuzzy hand warmers, the knit hats. I love to dig out my favorite soup and chili recipes. I love the ambiance of our gas fireplace – it’s a magnet for my little, old dog, Dodge. I love my morning practice illuminated by only a candle and my fairy lights. I usually have a pile of books about a foot tall on my nightstand, and I actually make solid progress this time of year.

As the gift-giving season approaches, many of us are craving something more meaningful than the usual holiday rush and flurry of Amazon purchases. Would you like to give the gift of wellness and vitality this season? Are you – or someone you know – hoping to explore yoga as a therapeutic and transformational tool for healing?

Do you get so-called S.A.D. (Seasonal Affective Disorder), too? While I had a lot of experience with chronic depression in my teens and 20s, I hadn’t experienced the general malaise of the winter blues until I moved to Seattle… where we get an hour and a half less sunlight in the depths of winter than in my previous home of San Francisco. Through the years, I’ve found out that I’m not alone – this seems to be a common state for many folks I’ve met.

Today is my sister Tracey’s birthday. Some of you are lucky enough to have met her. She’s a phenomenal human – and I could wax poetic about that – but one of the qualities that most comes to mind when I think of her is strength.

I sometimes attend a daytime gathering called Daybreaker – part yoga, part dance, part joyful celebration of community. It begins with a yoga practice, followed by dancing, healthy snacks, and connection. Each event has a unique theme – at the last one I attended, there were prompt cards scattered around the space, each with a quote on one side and a question on the other.

The card I picked asked: “How will you grow what is already good?”

Today, something simpler than the cacophony of never-ending info streams: a photo and a poem.

In case you needed a reminder (like I do), good stuff is also happening in the world. Today, I will share some community GOODNESS!

Restorative Yoga is designed to stimulate the parasympathetic nervous system – often called “rest and digest.” When this system is activated, the body moves toward homeostasis, or balance. In a culture that prizes productivity, speed, and efficiency above almost everything else, choosing to rest can feel countercultural, even rebellious – like we are “wasting our time”. But, in fact, it’s one of the most powerful choices we can make.

Our pets are some of our greatest teachers. They effortlessly demonstrate how to be present. They show us how to listen to the body’s wisdom, play with abandon, delight in simple joys, rest without guilt – and that we should get treats on a regular basis! They embody unconditional love. And they remind us of life’s hardest truth: nothing lasts forever – everyone we love will someday die.  What is all of that, if not the teachings of yoga?

I’ve been considering this ubiquitous and trendy idea of “influencer” that has gained common parlance over the past 20 years. It’s one of those terms that didn’t exist when I was growing up, even though the concept of leveraging your fame to influence other people’s opinions, actions, and beliefs is far from new – social media has simply turned it into a frenzied cacophony.

Despite yesterday’s one-day heat wave in Seattle, fall is distinctly in the air – the shorter days, the quality of light, the fading flowers of my garden (except my rose bush which is having a second wind). In my neighborhood last week, I noticed the first leaves crunching under my feet, and the first acorns and maple tree “helicopters” on the ground.

Today, in this final newsletter of the series, I want to bring it closer to home: who I typically work with, what a session looks like, and why this work continues to inspire me every single day.