Gregory Ormson

Writer, musician, yoga-loving motorcyclist.

YOGA BREATH, BREATH OF LIFE

Workshop at MOTTO YOGA, Sunday July 29, 1:00 pm to 3:00 pm.

7529 S. POWER RD. Suite 101, QUEEN CREEK, ARIZONA  480-819-YOGA

Pre register for this two-hour workshop at www.mottoyoga.com

Participants in this workshop will engage the dynamic force of their own breath – yoga’s therapeutic – through breathing exercises and healing sound, asana linked to focused pranayama, presentation and dialogue, and experimental movmement with rhythmic breathing.  During the workshop, yogis will be positioned to encounter self in the ground of their being (BREATH) in their own way.

This 4th Yoga Temple workshop continues the theme of yoga as an embodiment of spirit.

The workshop will unfold as:

PART I    20-30 minutes engagement with the theme including physiology and philosophy through dialogue and presentation.

PART II    50-60 minutes practice with pranayama sets – some will be new to students but completely accessible.

** INCLUDING A TIP FROM ONE OF OUR YOGI’S WHO GREW UP IN INDIA.

SOMETHING THAT EVERYONE IN INDIA DOES IN YOGA BUT WE DO NOT FOLLOW HERE IN THE US. COME TO THE WORKSHOP TO LEARN OF THIS IMPORTANT PRANAYAMA INSIGHT. .

PART III    20-30 minutes of moderate asana with attentive breath focus

These activities will put yogis in touch with pranayama in new and even life-changing ways by:

  1.  a therapeutic experience by engagement with presentation and breathing experiences
  2.  silence and breath hold
  3.  sound (soft volumes) gong, bowl, drum beat, music (recorded and live)
  4.  movement linked to breath

SEE YOU at MOTTO yoga on Sunday, July 29, 1:00 pm for Yoga Temple Workshop #4.

Your hosts for Yoga Breath, Breath of Life

Gregory Ormson came to yoga from a background in athletics, teaching, and spiritual studies.… read more...

A Walk to Lake Superior

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8     This summer of nostalgia and reunions has left me dizzy with memories. The two roads of which Frost wrote have never been relevant to me. I’ve always seen only one road, the one in which I was all in. I don’t care if the glass is half full or half empty; speculating on this is a waste of time. What are ya gonna show me today? What are ya gonna be now? What am I going to be? This is all that’s important; all the other stuff is exterior stuff and it’s not really stuff; to describe it, I often use another S word minus one letter

Recently, I walked a path dark and green; the pony trail in Michigan. When they were young, I held the reins and led my daughters on their ponies Billy and Midnight. It’s a trail that always led to the not trending and to the deep blue sea of Lake Superior. Sometimes on this trail, I’d see the passing of a shadow and remember the words of Chief Seattle, delivered 100 years before I was born:

“And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children’s children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone.”

At that place, on the shores of gitche gumee, today I prayed on the wall where for many years I sought the counsel of silence.… read more...

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