My Sister and nephews are visiting us from Santa Fe.  I love them so much and it’s amazing and wonderful to have them here, and also a path of learning for Super-mom.

I didn’t think it was possible for anyone (let alone a guest in your house) to do 7 loads of laundry a day.
How is that POSSIBLE?

LOL.
I have no idea what she’s finding to wash, but Girl, that washer has been going nonstop.

“There’s a lot of inertia going on around here,” quipped Philippe as I said for the umpteenth time “OK, guys, ready to go swimming at the lake?”
This Super-mom likes to MOVE.  I’m all about being centered, in the moment, and yogic, but I’m also about massive action and FUN.

Five kids–two who’re 4 months of age?  No worries—I find a way.
My sister didn’t get the “massive action gene.” 

I’m way more “vata” and she’s more “kapha.” (Check out what these terms mean in Ayurvedic medicine.  Good stuff.  Google it, Super-people.)

So, when my big sister and I are together, it’s pretty funny to witness the flow–or lack thereof.
How could two people so different be related?

Her four food groups are:  doughnuts, chocolate chip cookies, white bread, and butter.

She can’t stand exercise of any kind.  Has never liked it.
I started ice-skating five hours a day when I was five years old.

Yet despite all of our differences, I adore her and love every moment we’re together.
My intention with Super-mom.com is to inspire this kind of love, adoration, and support of all Super-people—no matter whether they’re like you or not.  In fact, the world is that much more interesting and fun because we’re all so different.

So during my Sister’s visit, it has become clear to me that my lesson with her and her family is to totally let go, surrender, and paddle downstream.
Attempting to “do anything” or have any “expectations” about our days or “plans” is like “herding cats.”

I had wanted to go to our Prana Power Yoga Cambridge and Prana Power Yoga Winchester Studios to merchandise the PRANA raw vegan foods that we’re now selling; however, after 3 days of striking out in an attempt to make it there, I had clarity.

What became clear is that my path during their visit is to expect very little in the way of doing stuff/going places/etc. (We still haven’t left the house as a group at 3:06pm….I woke up at 5am, nursed, swam a mile in crystal lake, and took the 715am at Prana Newton before anyone woke up, and at this point, it’s pretty clear we ain’t goin’ anywhere today—LOL.)

So I’m surrendered to the process now.  ;)

And once I chose to surrender, and let my PRANA staff know that I’d be out of commission for a bit and why, I got this amazing and poignant email from a dear friend and PRANA teacher, which I read 3x and am now sharing with you:

“I’m glad for you Taylor.  I think the random time you spend with people is the most memorable.  It makes me think of years ago living in Allston in a big house with lots of people. People would move in and out with little fanfare and we never really knew who was actually living there. Anyway, mornings when I woke up and would sit out on our back porch with my friends were the best.  Morning would come and go and we’d be chatting, calling in sick to work and enjoying ourselves.  Now when we manage to get together it always revolves around doing something. We always end up at a loud bar or concert or something.  It makes me miss the time when my friends were just around all the time, and the mornings that turned into all day hang out sessions are what I remember best.  You can’t plan them. They just… happen.”  : )

And I really can’t say it any better than that.
Namaste!

After writing “Empty,” which posted on August 16, 2010, I completely let it all go—the feelings of emptiness which both surprised and pervaded me when we moved the twins into their very own bedroom, next to ours.

So as I continue to get compassionate and kind posts and emails about “Empty” from sweet readers, and students stop me in the studio to talk about “Empty,” explaining that they too went through a similar thing, my initial reaction goes something like this: “Huh?  What are they talking about?”

I’ve already moved on and beyond.  Let go of those painful emotions that enveloped my being that night.

The twins are happy in their room–two pals hanging out together–and I’m happy to have our room back.
It just feels right, and good.

What is so amazing and miraculous to me about this is that I can now so quickly “let ‘things’ go.”

Oh, my Sisters, in years past—pre Yoga—I held on, and tight.

You’d never have known it, but Girl, I was storing it all up inside, which is obviously not a good thing.
What’s the “it” to which I refer?  What was I storing up—not letting go of?
Whatever.  Nothing.  Everything.
A wise friend once told me, “Don’t hold it in, Taylor, even if it’s a little thing.  Little things all add up—like little pieces of confetti—and they matter.”
And oh, was my friend right.  Everything matters.  Holding anything in causes dis-ease, eventually.
I smile as I think back to my very first yoga class—to my response when my teacher said, “Let it go.  Let go of everything.  Hold on to nothing.”

I thought to myself “What is he talking about?  Let what go?”

LOL.

So to me, this is a miracle.  That I could literally have the response of not having the slightest idea to what people are referring to re. “Empty.”
A miracle.
And I owe it all to my practice.

Because of my practice, I am able to effortlessly let things go.
Feel them first, of course, but then quickly and easily let them go.

And if this is possible for this Super-mom, Super-people, it’s possible for you.
If you get on your mat.
Miracles happen every single day.