The perfect egg

The perfect egg for me,  is boiled for precisely 6.5 minutes and then cooled in an ice bath for 2.5 minutes.  (remember to peel from the wider end after cracking it all over). My 6.5 minute egg sits somewhere between the line of hard and soft boiled. Key for me is that the whites are cooked with no translucent bits but the yolk remains soft. I am very serious about this. I set a timer when I make eggs like this.  I stay present to what I am doing. I don’t pick up another task beyond the reaches of my stove. I eat these perfect eggs on toast, in soup, as a side of rice or a top a salad. Today I topped them with Chili Garlic Crack and the yum factor was ridiculous. I make them a dozen at a time and store them in an airtight container. The consistency keeps. Simple food – it seems so simple but it is also precise. I use cooking a lot in my practice of presence.  It is obviously a wise choice to be present when you do things over open flame like boil oil. But the truth is that every act of cooking can be elevated to a profound ritual of awareness and gratitude.  Food cooked with awareness and love tastes...
How Yoga has the power to change you

How Yoga has the power to change you

My favorite healing story about Yoga didn’t happen to me or one of my students, it happened to a guard assigned to me at The Baltimore Museum of Art where I ran an in-gallery yoga program.  Over the course of 8 years I taught in every part of the BMA’s beautiful collections.  My yoga rooms there were filled with priceless art – Botticelli, Warhol, Calder, Degas, Matisse – and because of the art a guard was assigned to observe the classes in order to make sure no one damaged an object. I went through three guards at first. They weren’t the right fit. The women (who made up the majority of classes) were uncomfortable with being watched. I mean who can really blame them?  It was the fourth guard, who I am going to call Melinda, that was the right fit and we worked together for the remaining years of the program. Thing was though Melinda wasn’t really having a great time at the BMA.  In fact at the time she was struggling with coworkers and attitudes and the culture in general. But I liked her and she liked me and most importantly my students were comfortable with her watching them in order to protect the art.  I asked that she be assigned to the class permanently and lucky for both of us, she was. Years rolled by. Many, many classes later I noticed that Melinda started to do some of the movements when we were standing – in her guard’s uniform, shoes on, walkie-talkie and all. That she held her belly and breathed deep when we did. That...

Restorative Yoga is a Beautiful Practice – have you tried it?

An age ago a very wise friend gifted me with the book Relax and Renew by Judith Lasater. Since then Restorative Yoga has been a regular part of my varied yoga practices and particularly useful when I am feeling overwhelmed by stress or exhaustion. I find that I am drawn to this style of Yoga in the winter months – it feels right on a cold and blustery days to indulge in a form a practice that requires a heap of blankets. Out beyond the idea of wrongdoing and right doing, there is a field, I will meet you there. ~ the ever dreamy Rumi Here are some things I love about Restorative Yoga: In a pinch you can practice one Restorative pose for 5 to 10 minutes and shift your mood. Wrapped in blankets, supported by props, breathing deep. No technology, just you, your breath, and the practice. It is effective, quieting, nurturing, and simple. The Restorative Yoga practice I offer at Quiet Winds, like all of my offerings, is a layering of healing arts. My intention behind this methodology is to create a deeply relaxing experience where my students have the opportunity to rest and restore themselves. As a teacher I am often shocked by the level of stress that my students bear on a regular basis both personally and professionally – I love to help my students unwind from their world and become deeply...

Healing House Retreat Schedule!

                                                                                  The Healing House is such a remarkable place for practice.  I so hope that you can join my parents and I for three days of contemplation, renewal and healing.  All practices at the Healing House will be held with this beautiful view in sight. Healing House Retreat Schedule Friday Evening (November 8, 2013): Meet and Greet / Agreements | 8:30 pm Fire and candlelight practice | 9:00pm – 10:00pm Saturday (November 9, 2013): Singing in the Sunrise |6:00am Morning Practice| 7:00am  – 9:00am Tea at the Healing House | 9am  – 9:30am Inn Breakfast/ Private Time | 10:00am  – 3:00pm Afternoon Practice | 3:00pm – 5:00pm Selfless service |5:30pm – 6:00pm Healing House Dinner | 6:00pm Fire and candlelight practice| 8:00pm – 9:00pm Sunday Morning (November 10, 2013): Meditation Walk | 6:00am Singing in the Sunrise|  6:30am  – 7:00am Morning Practice | 7am  – 9am Tea at the Healing House | 9am  – 9:30am Inn Breakfast/check out | 10am – 12pm Accommodations: Craignair Inn by the sea (originally owned by my beloved Godmother) is located less then a mile from the Healing House. Each room at the Inn is unique and therefore the pricing for the three-day retreat ranges from:  $405 – $505 (Single Occupancy) The fee includes the following: 2 nights accommodations All practices and classes Breakfast Saturday and Sunday Dinner Saturday night Taxes Please contact Craignair Inn to reserve your space! Payment and Cancellation Policy: A deposit of $300 is required to reserve your space. The balance of your room is due at check-in. Your deposit is refundable if the cancellation is made 14 days (October...

Summer Reading

I have always been a reader. Besides cooking, dancing and playing any sport that involved a ball – it was what I liked to do best when I was younger. My brother when we were little would say: “Bri doesn’t read. She eats books.” A weird little thing about me is that if you lend me a book and you get it back in the same condition then the truth is I didn’t read it. At least I didn’t read your actual copy. My books are used up when I am finished with them – they are like velveteen rabbits with bits worn off. I learned a while back, when I returned books to nasty looks, never to actually read someone’s book. I find that people get annoyed when their cover is peeled back and the binding is broken. I still read a lot – my typical average is one to two books a week. I love fiction but I LOVE reading more and my books span a variety of topics. This summer some really remarkable works have come into my life. Books that I know I will turn to again and again with time. Greg Bradden, Divine Matrix Brené Brown, Daring Greatly Brené Brown, Men, Women and Worthiness Gary Chapman, The 5 Love Languages Gay Hendricks, The Big Leap Each of these works pushed me in some way. Some provided a valuable insight into an issue one of my clients or myself was facing. Several of them blew my mind wide open and have literally rocked my beliefs. Within each of these works though is a very simple...

Warriors of the Rainbow

Yesterday I was washing dishes while starring out my window when the most beautiful rainbow appeared. At first I stared in awe and then I ran from window to window trying to see the full arc.  Its beauty compelled me outside and while I expected it to be fleeting it was present long enough for me to drag my dog around pointing it out to strangers. I am sure they thought I was utterly crazy but it was important.  A rainbow is always special but a rainbow mid-day on New Year’s seemed particularly magic. If I had been outdoors alone I would have danced around and sang a song. If I had been in charge of a group of students we definitely would have had a full blown kumbayah moment.  But since I was on a street with strangers I resigned myself to being polite and asking them to please “look up.” Years ago when I was studying art history I became fascinated with Native American pottery.  Many of my professors were also curators at the MFA in Boston and I was lucky enough to hold many objects during my program. Truth be told when I handled the ancient pieces I felt like they were singing to me.   When I graduated I moved to New Mexico and fell madly in love with the desert and its peoples.  Yesterday, when I stood at the window staring at the colored bow crossing the heavens I whispered the prophecy of the Rainbow Warriors and sent a kiss to the sky. “….there shall arise a new tribe of all colors and all creeds. ...