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Mama-Ste! The 3 Most Important Things My Mother Taught Me – by Vyda Bielkus

Mama-ste! The 3 most important things my mother taught me.

I have a great relationship with my mother; in fact all of my 3 sisters do too.  We jokingly call her the ‘Guru-Ma’ – the all-knowing wise woman.  Looking back at our lives together, I have come to realize the number of important life lessons she has taught me are countless.  But as we approach Mother’s Day, I wanted to share what I feel are some of the most important.  So many mothers (moms to be, new moms, and even moms of 30+ years) struggle with putting other’s needs ahead of their own, and feelings of guilt, that I believe what I learned from my mom can be an inspiration to all. Take good care of yourself.

1. Take good care of yourself.

Many moms who come to my studio tell me they find it really challenging to make time for yoga class when they have kids… and then when they do come, they feel bad that they are going to class instead of being with them.   Taking care of yourself is one of the biggest gifts you can give your kids. Yes taking care of YOURSELF!  When my sisters and I were still very little (all under ten) our house was full of crazy!  There were four of us girls (one who was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes at age 2). My mom had just started a business of her own which literally had an office in our basement- and our dad was no Mr. Mom.  With all that swirled around her, I remember on Saturday mornings my mom would head out.  She wouldn’t wash the dishes from breakfast, she didn’t really care if we were dressed or not, she just would kiss us good bye and take off, leaving us with our dad.  One of us would always be crying at her feet as she would be heading out the door, but out the door she went.  As soon as the door closed behind her, my sisters and I had a ball!  We’d run around the house, play pretend, get outside in the mud and just had fun, not thinking about her at all.  When our mom came back she was always glowing and more relaxed.  As the pattern continued, we made the connection that “exercise at Dunphey’s” made our mom happy, which in turn made our entire household happy!    She continued to role model taking care of oneself for us.  She learned Transcendental  Meditation (TM)  and it became a household rule that when mom meditated we’d be quiet.  Even our friends, and yes at times that meant eight kids in the house, each of us with a friend, knew “TM time” meant quiet time.  We learned to respect her needs.  Although we might not have been able to put it into words back then, we understood that when mom took care of herself she was more present when she was with us.  She wasn’t as distracted or stressed.

2. Asking for help is not a sign of weakness but of strength.

Help is always available.  Moms don’t suffer from having to juggle a lot (that is the fun of life), moms suffer because they believe they need to do it alone.  After our parents’ divorce, my mom, probably out of sheer need was able to ask for help.  She enlisted her sister, our uncles, our grandparents and nannies to help her raise us.   When she would go off to work and leave us with Buba(grandma) and Bocius(grandpa) we didn’t feel less loved; in fact it made us feel more loved.  We always knew as kids someone was watching out for us and had our back.  We also got to learn so much from the richness of our relationship with our extended family.   But there were countless other ways my mom taught me that asking for help is the only way to have your needs met.   When two of us were in really big transitions, she dreamed of sending us to a private girls’ school.  She knew she wanted this for us.  The school would not only support our growth, but also help her raise us because of its structure.  In many ways getting us into the school was as much of a good thing for us as it was for her (a busy single working mom).   The school is one of the most exclusive, private schools in the country, and there was no way she could afford to send us.  Instead of seeing this as a block, she asked for helped.  As our luck would have it, the school granted us scholarships.  I loved my school!  It was some of the most amazing years of my childhood.  From watching my mom ask for help, I got it: if you don’t ask, you’ll never know.   Sometimes we don’t ask for help because we perceive it as not available.  Start looking around for help and you will see it everywhere.

3. The Power of Sorry.

There were the moms that made it to every sports game and then… there was my mom.  I think she made it to one of my games and maybe a few of my sisters’.   There were the moms who picked up their kids right on time every time and then… there was my mom.  Lots of times my mom was late, but one of the bests was when she was a whole two hours late, and to top it, she was at the wrong school! The thing about it is that my mom would always and still says sorry.  She was genuinely sorry if our feelings were hurt, she was genuinely sorry if she misunderstood or was given conflicting information, but the secret is she didn’t feel guilty.   The truth is, in life, you will sometimes have to be in two places at once, or a work meeting will take priority, or you will make a mistake.  Be sorry not guilty.  I still observe this amazing gift my mom has to say sorry to just level the playing to field.  To make whoever she is “disagreeing” with feel and understand that the relationship matters more than whether one person is right or wrong.   And FYI, for all you mom’s out there who feel guilty when you miss a child’s “important” game, recital, or school, function,  I used to think my mom was way cool, that she couldn’t come to my games because she was working!

After Boston, Chase the Unicorn – by Vyda Bielkus

My sisters and I call Boston home. When we decided to open a yoga studio, we all unanimously knew we would open in the heart of Boston (Even though only 2 out of 4 of us now live in Boston full time. This is where we grew up). We love our city. We proudly shout the song by The Standells “Well I love that dirty Water…Oh Boston you’re my home!” It has been a little more than 48 hours since the Marathon bombings. As I type those two words together, the tears swell up and my throat tightens. The experience of hearing two bombs go off in the city I love, and then not knowing what had happened and if one of my sisters (who was near the finish line) was harmed is still very, very fresh and raw in my mind and body.

Boston like any city in America or anywhere in the world for that matter is full of loving caring amazing heroes; the people who ran to the injured to help, the people who ran 26.2 miles and ran 2 more to the hospital to give blood, the people who opened their apartments to total strangers. This is what humanity is all about.

So how do we make sense? What do we do next? We chase the Unicorn. The Unicorn? The Boston Marathon’s symbol is that of a unicorn. In 1887 Boston Athletic Association chose the unicorn as their symbol and to this day there is a unicorn on all the Boston Marathon medals. It is a fitting symbol as you think about athletes that chase the undoable, the elusive, and chase that thing like an un-quenching thirst-the desire for accomplishment, of total completion, of Samadhi the space in time when all is just that very perfect moment.

We are being called upon now to chase the unicorn for peace! This is not a time to hide, to remain quiet, to stay complacent. It is time to lace up the sneakers and run toward it. And, we must train for it every day.

What I know for sure now that was previously only a concept of mind, is that the only thing we can absolutely be sure of is the very moment we have. We have no control of our fate. But we can control how we are with others in the present and that we have total control of who we choose to be in this world. Monday, my family and friends, all made very small choices. Had any of our choices had just been slightly different, our fate could have been that of Martin Richard, Krystle Campbell, Lu Lingzi, or any of the 180+ injured. The truth is we are all the victims, we are the injured, we are the mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, sisters, brothers, friends. We are one. At this time I am reminded so much of the Indian philosopher’s Krishnamurti’s quote, “What you are the world is. And without your transformation there can be no transformation of the world.”

So my sisters and I are ready. Every student of ours that came to our “This one’s for you Boston” classes on Tuesday are ready. Are you ready? Practice yoga, practice truth, practice love and run after your own inner unicorn. Our world is relying that we finally realize that which has only eluded those before us, the dream of peace and a non-violent world.

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Kundalini Yoga Class with Kyla at Kundalini Yoga Boston / Review by HYL Sister: Vyda

We Health Yoga Life sisters love yoga – that is for certain.   We love it in all the amazing practices and styles it comes in.  On a recent Saturday I woke up and knew I needed to shift my energy.  I had been really working a lot on our business all week and sometimes going to class at our Boston Health Yoga Life studio feels a little bit like work to me.  I just wanted to do yoga where I could simply blend in and be a student, take off my ‘owner cap’ for a bit.  So I ventured across the river over to our Sister Studio – Kundalini Yoga Boston.   They are THE studio for Kundalini in the city of Boston.  Kundalini yoga was introduced to the world by teacher Yogi Bhajan and incorporates set kriyas (poses, breath, chanting), meditation and more.  I find it a powerful practice that has complemented my Vinyasa (Hatha) practice.   There are a ton of reasons why we sisters love Kundalini Yoga Boston. One of the reasons that it stands out among studios are the two amazing light-filled owners, Siri Bani and Siri Ram.   We are kindred spirits, women who own small businesses that are transforming lives!   And second is the beautiful, friendly community of teachers and students they have created.

I had been to Kyla’s class once before and truth be told I am quite particular when it comes to teachers and seek out good teaching.  (Big shout out to all our teachers at Health Yoga Life!) So it is a testament to Kyla’s teaching that I didn’t stay home and occupy myself with my work and went to yoga class instead.  This gal ROCKS!  There are certain characteristics of teaching that I seek out:  balanced, grounded, self-less, and present.  Kyla is all of this and more.  We did a crazy, intense set of quick moving postures all the while chanting HAR, and just when one of us students wanted to give up she steadied us back to the task, all the while smiling.   It takes an insightful teacher to hold the energy for the class, especially as we went for a penetrating 22 minutes.   It is through Kyla’s assurance that you believe that you can do it, that you come into knowing that your body, your mind, your life is being transformed in the very moment.   After the set of movements, we rested and then continued on with a meditation for connection with the infinite.   Kyla gave precise direction which made all of us in the class ready for action.  Although the meditation’s directions set out what seemed like an impossible task, not blinking for 11 minutes,  Kyla with her presence and grace let us tap into that part of us that could do it (or at least have enough faith that our attempt at it was just as good as perfecting it).   Believe me, by the end of this class, I was awake and I don’t mean just less sleepy.

If you have never tried Kundalini yoga, go for it and give up your belief that you already know everything about yoga or yourself
for that matter. At our Boston studio we offer Kundalini called Breath Bliss ‘n Flow  on Tuesdays at 4pm with Sahaj also a wonderful teacher.    Check out www.kundaliniyogaboston.com for their class schedule.

Seeing with the Heart – by Zara Bielkus

Our eyes are powerful tools, which we rely on for almost everything in our day. From dangers to pleasures, they communicate findings at the speed of light. In yoga, drishti helps our focus and in many ways grounds us even without physically touching anything. The age-old debate rages whether it is the eyes seeing objects, which the mind interprets, or the eyes interpreting what they see and sending messages for the brain to process. We may not be able to ever establish the physiological oder, so instead, every now and again, the opportunity should be taken to see with the heart instead. The heart can lead us up the path, but oh the treasures that abound in this secret garden!  So often the mind overrides what beats in our chest… your skinny jeans will not fit if you eat that gateau, you’re going to be late if you pop into that shop to ask the price of the display dress, your boyfriend is not the type to go to that Rom-Com.  Allowing the heart to see allows the soul to explore; but be warned…exploration is only for the brave as setting out to discover the inner self is a voyage treaded by no one else.

Travelling on a city tram, an owner and his dog were preparing to alight.  Typically, there was considerable traffic, and the whole bus stopped indefinitely.  People started to look at their watches, peering past the others to see what was causing the obstruction and pulled phones out of their pockets.  Then a little Dachshund in his red sweater also started acting up, he turned his face to the owner, then raised his eyes toward the driver, then blinked at the door numerous times before raising his eyes every few moments to the driver; he started to display the impatience everyone was projecting, for he really could not see anything but ankles (poor little guy!).  Looking at the owner he said to me “he is terribly excited for the park, it is the next stop, he doesn’t want to miss a minute.”  His heart was sending him the only signal he needed.

Heart. Mind. Always they wrestle inside you. Always they will.[1]


[1] Slightly modified from Terrence Malick’s “Tree of Life” 2011.

You’ve Got a Friend in You – by Zara Bielkus

Like people and animals, friends, come in all shapes and sizes. Some are strong and always there, some are fuzzy fence sitters who are great when you need to bounce ideas off another person; but often the best thing about friends is that they find you.  This happened to me nearly 15 years ago. Standing in the coat room line, I could see a gentleman struggling to get his arm through a rather elusive sleeve. More than 35 years my senior, I thought to myself that my grandmother would be proud for respecting my elders if I helped him find it.

“It seems your left sleeve is playing hide-and-seek with you,” I said to him, grabbing the shoulder of his coat so he could guide his arm through. When he introduced himself, it turned out that according to the seating plan we were meant to have been sitting next to each other for dinner, but someone had shuffled him to the head table. As a result, I had dinner next to a dull so-and-so, but this chance meeting in the coat room line seemed ever more intriguing. Many years of our friendship elapsed and I was helping my friend collect legal paperwork for his estate. Grasping hundreds of papers, one page slipped from the pile in my hands to my feet – it was his father’s death certificate; it turned out we shared the same birthday.

“Perhaps you and I have been playing hide-and-seek even longer than we thought,” my friend chuckled when I highlighted the coincidence. Well if our spirits had shared a previous life, I, for one, did not remember!  This friend often talks of the divine and all the grandeurs of spiritual understanding. But I most admire his ability to treat strangers and friends with the same level of trusting compassion and I enjoy his wider knowledge base, which generally only the process of aging reveals. One day, after dedicating 10 years to one project, he said he would no longer pursue it. There were many reasons behind his choice, which I accepted, but I could not accept his loss. He felt he lost because now that he decided to stop the project before completion, “everybody will laugh [at me]”, he said. It made me want to cry when his voice trailed on the other end of the phone line. At that moment, I realized his loss was not the loss of the project, but really the feelings of embarrassment from a perceived loss of dignity – measured only against other people’s opinions.

So I said to him boldly: “The greatest loss here is not the project, or the loss of dignity. The greatest loss here is that in the roughly 70 years of your life, you still haven’t found your best friend: yourself.” You are never alone once you have found this true companion. With the hectic life of modern age it is critical to have a relationship with this ‘friend’ because of the high demands expected of individuals.  The yoga mat is a great place to find this friend because the stillness of the room allows you to hear what they need, what they want, what will make them happy. The differences in acts of selfishness and selflessness may be very apparent, but the mental differences between the two are less so.  Sometimes by being a little selfish (like meditating instead of washing the dishes) allows us to act more selfless (like setting aside time to really listen to your partner’s/friend’s day).  Was I being a good or bad friend when I told my dear, old friend to look for himself? Neither. I was being a true friend, because truth holds no judgement.

When you are able to slow down through yoga, meditating, or a quite walk, ask yourself do you have a best friend in you?  If not, why not? What might need to change, what might help you like you as a person more? When you hear a voice criticizing you – which more often than not sounds just like your own – try replacing that voice with one of support, kindness, and appreciation. Look for ways to improve this internal relationship in order to improve relations with others. Having self-awareness will enable you to have better boundaries in your life that support the growth of the true you. Loving yourself unabashedly will ensure the journey of a lifetime.

Gone CocoNUTZ! / Review by HYL Sister: Zara

Not many drinks move me into action to writing. There are lots of things I could do rather than sit and write, like looking at bouquets for my sister’s upcoming wedding, or hanging my yoga clothes to look like the spectrum. But then there is Raw Coconut Water by Harmless Harvest… and all the other drinks that I now simply call “everything else’.  Per usual, one of my sisters led me to the path of least resistance with this drink; a bit like the time when we were six and I had the choice of letting her cut my  hair – or – letting her friend do it, who happened to be younger than she was.

“So which one do you want?” she asked, when we were standing in front of an endless wall of health drinks by the check-out at Whole Foods.

“Ah…I…um,” I looked over at her catatonically; a Libra, the choices simply stunned me.

“Have you had this? You haven’t? You must!” her voice elevated so much that my hair brushed passed my ear, “my treat!” Two bottles of Harmless Harvest’s Raw Coconut Water landed in her trolley.

Before I knew it Just one Look by the Trollies went on loop in my head – but this was not just one look, but one taste! There really should be a warning label on drinks this tasty; fortunately the only side effect would be continuous trips to the market to buy it. Coconut Water can be used as an alternative to saline to treat dehydration, but you don’t have to be sick to enjoy it. Replacing electrolytes and hydrating it is a natural pairing for a hot yoga class. This brand has never been heated, qualifying for part of a Raw Diet.  The taste is totally different than any other Coconut Water on the shelves. Perhaps a bit of a splurge against other drinks of its class, but if you need a pick me up to remind you that life is full of fresh and fabulous things to experience, then definitely go for it! Plus, against other real term costs, like a Coca-Cola at the movies, or the co-pay at the doctor’s because of a GI problem caused by the “sodas” in life, it is a bargain.  This drink has got me searching out more Raw Food diet options, because many are next to zero on the glycemic index.  I only wonder when I take my husband for his first Raw meal at SAF, will he feel the same crazed sensation I have for Raw Coconut Water for the restaurant’s “Linguini Funghi ” (dehydrated Zucchini strands with pickled mushrooms)? Hmm. Perhaps I will take a sister so the path of least resistance is also
clear to him!

REACH FOR a Harmless Harvest! 

… UNTIL YOU MAKE IT TO MEXICO

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