Have the courage to live the life you have imagined?

Transform your tragedy to triumph!

What are you waiting for?  Really, what is your magic “If only I had…., I would be happy.”  Have you thought about what lights you up lately?  What do you get out of bed for?  
If you haven 't spent time thinking about this lately, you are not alone, and it could be trauma-fueled beliefs blocking your desire to do what makes you feel alive.
While I don't know your purpose on this earth, I bet it's connected to how you transformed your tragedy into something useful.   And I can tell you what happened when my purpose found me and lit me up.

My trauma transformed and made space for my family to enter my life, and the space to hold trainings for professionals like you to support clients to transform their trauma!

Teaching YOU lights my fire!

Class starts August 16, if you are not a yoga teacher, but want to learn how to share stabilization strategies through movement with your clients....

  • Professional training with Schuyler....
  • In the cool air of Truckee, a hop away from lake Tahoe!
  • August 16- 18 for Therapists, Social Workers, Ayurvedic Practitioners- anyone working with individual clients....
  • Deadline to register is August 9.  
  • Early bird pricing ends 8/1. SAVE up to $103!
  • Click HERE if you know this is for you already! If not, maybe you'd like to know more about me & why I teach what I teach.....

Here's my story of how I turned my suffering to purpose: 
As some of you know, I was an active alcoholic for about 20 years.  I taught yoga buzzed, I owned a yoga studio, doing accounting half drunk, and even put myself through Ayurveda school before quitting.  Why couldn’t I just stop?  Well, plenty of mornings I woke up and wanted to take a day off drinking.  But what was stronger than the desire to stop was my desire to not feel my pain.  I couldn’t get through a day without changing my mind at some point and deciding to drink.  So what was my bottom?

I had a public display of drunkenness, so to speak, and an intervention of sorts, which humbled me a little- enough to decide a little more that I wanted to quit, but even after enrolling in outpatient treatment, I still couldn’t quit.  A friend told me about an addiction interrupter called Ibogain, which is used in South and Central American and African addiction recovery centers and by shamans initiated to share it.  Her boyfriend was initiated.  So I had an amazing, scary night where I was no longer in my body, but was dancing around a fire in Africa, talking to elders, mountains, and God, transforming my trauma.  Then I was back in my friend’s little room.  I walked outside with my bare feet on the ground, then knelt down and lay on my belly, hugging the earth.  In that moment, I realized I wanted to live.  I hadn’t really been aware I had a death wish, though all my self-destructive tendencies showed it.  Have you ever seen someone choose death daily and all you could do was watch?  I had a front seat to my own destructo-show and couldn’t change a thing until something deep inside shifted.  I had two years of sobriety, my purpose newly lit on fire, as my self-care foundation slowly slipped away in favor of all the service to my purpose, and presto-change-o, I relapsed and hit a new low, at the bottom of a 50 foot embankment off the side of the road. 
Everyone has to hit their own bottom(s), but there’s a beauty in that horrible mess- the view up from there.  When we are on our knees, we are open to change.  I think I only had one relapse because of three years building up my foundation with Ayurveda.  When I was ready to finally let go of my crutch, I didn’t fall over for two years- as long as I practiced some self care.  But when I let my busy life take over that self care time, I relapsed.
Perhaps something in my story resonates with you, or you thought of someone whose story this could have been.  If you have read this far, you have a desire to help someone, and might be interested in how you could support them better. 
Maybe you want to help your father, but he, like my father, thinks anything but straight ahead Western pills and surgery is witchcraft. There are people you can’t help, or don’t want your help.  But there are people you can help, people who have a story like yours, but can’t speak it yet.
All our stories are valuable. 
While my plans to embark on a PhD have been postponed since the birth of my son, I can share an improved version of my 50 hour training one more time this year.  The mindfulness training will be folded into the yoga asana and trauma principles.  Non-yoga teachers will get much more yoga, starting the first weekend.   People can come to one class, or come to all of it, and receive a certification if you are on a professional track.  Please inquire, apply, and join me.

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