Monthly Archives: March 2016

LET GO INTO THE UNKNOWNIt seems my entire life is a series of lessons in letting go. No matter how attached I become or how permanent something feels, there comes that completion part of the cycle where I have to release my grip either by choice or force. It is a natural part of the process, yet each time I arrive again it tears me apart, breaks me open and leaves me in a puddle that is soon dissolved.What choice do I have? The end is inevitable. It is contained and planted in the seed of the beginning. No matter how tightly I hold or try to establish my foundation into solid ground, in the end I must say good-bye again. Learning to release is what I came here to do. All of these dress rehearsals for the big let-go, but with training wheels.As I linger in the last moments of the inward pull of the barren Winter and assess what no longer serves, I look towards the Spring with its hope of renewal. It is in these moments where my tools of yoga and meditation, detachment and the boundless moments of blissed-out emptiness are tested. I have come to relish the feeling of missing; of saying good-bye; of completion. I am learning to embrace the dissolution of things that have been important to me, yet whose usefulness has been outgrown.In the ongoing ebb and flow, I look to the past with reverence and let myself wash up on this brand new shore. Knowing that the emptiness will be filled once more. Dissolve and let go.

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LET GO INTO THE UNKNOWNIt seems my entire life is a series of lessons in letting go. No matter how attached I become or how permanent something feels, there comes that completion part of the cycle where I have to release my grip either by choice or force. It is a natural part of the process, yet each time I arrive again it tears me apart, breaks me open and leaves me in a puddle that is soon dissolved.What choice do I have? The end is inevitable. It is contained and planted in the seed of the beginning. No matter how tightly I hold or try to establish my foundation into solid ground, in the end I must say good-bye again. Learning to release is what I came here to do. All of these dress rehearsals for the big let-go, but with training wheels.As I linger in the last moments of the inward pull of the barren Winter and assess what no longer serves, I look towards the Spring with its hope of renewal. It is in these moments where my tools of yoga and meditation, detachment and the boundless moments of blissed-out emptiness are tested. I have come to relish the feeling of missing; of saying good-bye; of completion. I am learning to embrace the dissolution of things that have been important to me, yet whose usefulness has been outgrown.In the ongoing ebb and flow, I look to the past with reverence and let myself wash up on this brand new shore. Knowing that the emptiness will be filled once more. Dissolve and let go.

Lloyd. My dad. Thinking of him on his birthday. He was the original Ingber yogi. Could hold a 5 min handstand ( which he sometimes did at a gas station or a restaurant if he felt like it), could wrap both legs around his head and do the splits in every direction. Many of you know I dedicated my first book to him. Coincidentally it became a NYT best seller on Fathers Day. I did not become a yoga instructor until his passing. But I remember the first downward dog post his passing. I realized he gave me something that I could use and relate with for life. I can't do a dancer pose without thinking of him. He's in me, moves through me, shares with you through me. We had a complex relationship and told me I was his greatest teacher. He also used to say what I handsome guy he was. I would always roll my eyes. But now I can see he was only telling the truth. #lloydingbersdaughter

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Lloyd. My dad. Thinking of him on his birthday. He was the original Ingber yogi. Could hold a 5 min handstand ( which he sometimes did at a gas station or a restaurant if he felt like it), could wrap both legs around his head and do the splits in every direction. Many of you know I dedicated my first book to him. Coincidentally it became a NYT best seller on Fathers Day. I did not become a yoga instructor until his passing. But I remember the first downward dog post his passing. I realized he gave me something that I could use and relate with for life. I can't do a dancer pose without thinking of him. He's in me, moves through me, shares with you through me. We had a complex relationship and told me I was his greatest teacher. He also used to say what I handsome guy he was. I would always roll my eyes. But now I can see he was only telling the truth. #lloydingbersdaughter

I invite you to join me and 30+ mindful teachers, musicians and thought leaders including Deepak Chopra, Michael Franti and Krishna Das as we virtually gather around one collective mission to GATHER, TRANSFORM and THRIVE during @Yoga Is, the largest Online Yoga and Wellness Festival, hosted by @yogaissuzanne. Together we will dig deeper and DISCOVER what yoga means to each of us. $49 Early Bird pricing! Learn more and register at https://by203.isrefer.com/go/YOGAIS/a253/ #YogaIsOnline #YogaIs#GatherTransformThrive #YogaFestival #Yogalosophy #yoglosophyforinnerstrength #mandyingber #selfacceptance

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I invite you to join me and 30+ mindful teachers, musicians and thought leaders including Deepak Chopra, Michael Franti and Krishna Das as we virtually gather around one collective mission to GATHER, TRANSFORM and THRIVE during @Yoga Is, the largest Online Yoga and Wellness Festival, hosted by @yogaissuzanne. Together we will dig deeper and DISCOVER what yoga means to each of us. $49 Early Bird pricing! Learn more and register at https://by203.isrefer.com/go/YOGAIS/a253/ #YogaIsOnline #YogaIs#GatherTransformThrive #YogaFestival #Yogalosophy #yoglosophyforinnerstrength #mandyingber #selfacceptance