Chi feeling totally out of whack but you don’t have the cash to get that thing realigned at a fancy yoga retreat? (Clearly we have no idea what Chi actually is and have confused it with your spine.) Well today’s your lucky day because a few yogi-friendly meccas are making spiritual vacays a little more accessible. Enlightenment and free exercise awaits, after the jump!
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The nose has been making news recently. First, nose waxing becomes trendy. And now, we’ve learned that nose flossing is a part of some people’s daily hygiene routine. Rubber Neti is an ancient yogic technique in which a piece of string or tubing is inserted into a nostril, pulled through the mouth, and then both ends are pulled in a back and forth flossing motion. Many Indians believe that Rubber Neti keeps the common cold, cough, and asthma at bay and the nasal passages clear and clean. This definitely looks strange and probably tastes odd. Most adults don’t like to eat the contents of their nasal passages. But I’m willing to try anything to combat my asthma. [Reuters] Keep reading »
A study published in The Journal of Sexual Medicine reports that sexually unsatisfied women who practiced mindfulness and yoga reported improved levels of arousal and desire, as well as better orgasms. Why not try following along with a yoga podcast today? It could have you saying “om” all night long. [LiveScience] Keep reading »
This week, The Frisky will be revealing their oh-so-ambitious resolutions for 2009. We encourage you to submit yours in the comments — maybe you’ll inspire others to adapt the same resolutions and at the very least you’ll get some support. Especially for your resolution to eat more donuts this year. That’s something we can all get behind. Amelia will start…
1. Commit to going to yoga three times a week: And at the very least, getting into headstand. Forearm stand, I will tackle you in 2010. Handstand, see you in 2011.
2. Introduce myself to new music: And go to see more bands play live. I used to love doing this, but have stopped going on a regular basis. And I need some Ladyhawke and Little Joy to balance out all the Beyonce and Britney.
3. Curb bad behaviors: My bad behaviors are drinking too much wine and then eating copious amounts of mac ‘n’ cheese while sending regrettable Facebook messages. Must stop this in 2009. Keep reading »
Sometimes when I’m in my hippie-dippy yoga classes I think that some of what I’m hearing is a load of hooey. A couple weeks ago, the teacher in my class (who happens to be, not to brag, I swear, Uma Thurman’s brother) was talking about how we store emotional issues and trauma in our body and that’s why we’re not as flexible as we could be. So, like, when you can’t do a split, it’s not because your body isn’t capable, it’s because you haven’t worked through certain issues yet in your yoga practice. I thought that sounded like crap. Well, today I read an article about how humans store emotional trauma in their hip joints and that yoga can help relieve that trauma, resulting in the potential to totally bawl your eyes out when you’re doing a Warrior pose, or whatever. That’s why it’s recommended that Iraq war veterans take yoga classes. Crazy huh? This is the last time I shall ever question Uma’s brother again. [Star-Telegram.com] Keep reading »
If you’re a lazy yogi like me, now you can get your asana on from home, while reading Perez Hilton. An NYC yoga instructor put together a yoga practice specifically for the bubble-butted gossip slag and then posted it on YouTube. [YouTube] Keep reading »
I’m a sporadic yoga doer. When I do tend to go is on the weekends, after I’ve lazily slept, digested an omelet, and read Page Six magazine. But sometimes I want to go on the fly, like after work, or when I happen to be near my yoga studio (i.e. I’m shopping at Forever 21 and the studio is around the corner). But I usually can’t go spur of the moment because I don’t have my mat on me and I despise paying $2 bucks to rent one. But the yoga paws will stop me from having lame, pathetic excuses for not working out and getting touch with my inner goddess! They are basically gloves for your hands and feet that have mat-like padding on them, so you can do yoga without a mat without slipping and sliding around. Honestly, I may toss my mat permanently after I buy these, because it was getting stinky anyhow. Namaste! [Yoga Paws, $34.95: Spoon Sisters via I Heart Luxe] Keep reading »
I like kids. Not enough to have one of my own, but I like them. Especially the ones that can walk, talk, and fetch me Diet Coke. When I was a kid, children were a form of cheap labor — â€œTake out the garbage!â€ â€œClean your room!â€ — and we did not commingle with adults. This was especially true during parental cocktail hour when we stayed in our bedrooms. Adult interaction was limited to teachers, neighbors, 7-11 employees, and the somewhat creepy Girl Scout troupe leader. Keep reading »