Friday, January 31, 2014

Miami Yoga Teacher Training - UNITED Yoga and BUDOKON 200/500 hour program



UNITED Yoga Training 200/500 hour

March 3-18th

Ruslan Kleytman - Rae Indigo - Jaya Dev - Lisa Ralston

ADVANCED Modules 19-27th
exhale at the EPIC residence + hotel
www.unitedyogatraining.com

UNITED Yoga Training - A Movement Practice for the Multi-tasking Visionary.


UNITED Yoga Training 200/500 hour

This course unites several Modern Lineages to provide a complete foundation of yoga in the emerging century. A UNITED Yoga Certification provides core understanding of Postures, Breath Work, Yoga Philosophy, Alignment, Energetic-Mental-Physical Anatomy, 6 Directions of Mobility, Public Speaking, Body Language, Healing Foods, and Therapeutic Sequences.

Join Senior Vinyasa Krama Yoga teacher, Ruslan Kleytman in developing a deeper understanding of Asana, Asana Sequencing and the connections between Movement Arts and Ancient Philosophy. Budokon Instructor, Lisa Ralston will explain Anatomical Principles, and guide you in refining your personal practice and teaching practice. Rae Indigo shares Alignment, Therapeutic Yoga and Energetic Anatomy. Jaya inspires your heart with Bhakti Yoga, Harmony and Ashtanga Practice.

Once you have the experience that comes from an Immersion, your perspective on life changes. Just as movements that seemed impossible once become easy and familiar, so to do new possibilities in your life open up.

Transform Your Perspective - Expand Your Potential - Live a Powerful Life

Whether you want to learn more about yoga to deepen your existing practice, or you have goals to teach, this program will take you to the next level.

After the 15 day immersion, we offer specialized Modules from March 19-27th for students working on Continuing Education Credits(CEU) or 500 hour program. Depending on your personal goals, you will learn how to share your Yoga insights, or be coached into developing a professional YOGA Career by teachers who are full time instructors.

Each student will graduate with a working understanding of how to share the gift of yoga. Whether you want to teach professionally, or communicate your knowledge of wellness practices with family and friends, you will begin to speak from a place of knowing.

Tuition:
$2950
Payment plan: $3250
$500.00 deposit, plus 7 post-dated cheques/visa/mc.
Contact us to receive details and dates of monthly installments.


Registration Info and Questions:
Director Rae Indigo
503.740.8600
raeindigo@gmail.com
UNITED Yoga Training - A Movement Practice for the Multi-tasking Visionary.



Full 15-day YOGA Immersion + All Modules = $3950
Full 15-day YOGA Immersion = $2950
Morning or Afternoon Only 15-day YOGA Immersion = $1750

One Week Full Days = $1475
Half-Week Mornings or Afternoon Only = $875






March 3 – 18, 2014  
United Yoga Immersion
Exhale Mind Body Spa
Epic Hotel
270 Biscayne Blvd Way
Miami, FL

In the heart of downtown Miami, relax at EPIC's luxury rooftop pool and spa or explore the city when class is not in session.  

Monday, March 3, 2014
8:00AM - 12:00PM Training
12:00PM - 1:30PM Lunch and Pool
1:30 - 5:30PM Training
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
8:00AM - 12:00PM Training
12:00PM - 1:30PM Lunch and Pool
1:30PM - 5:30PM Training
7:30PM - 9:30PM Training
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
8:00AM - 12:00PM Training
12:00PM - 1:30PM Lunch and Pool
1:30PM - 5:30PM Training
Thursday, March 6, 2014
8:00AM - 12:00PM Training
12:00PM - 1:30PM Lunch and Pool
1:30PM - 5:30PM Training
Friday, March 7, 2014
8:00AM - 12:00PM Training
12:00PM - 1:30PM Lunch and Pool
1:30PM - 5:30PM Training
7:30PM - 9:30PM Training
Saturday, March 8, 2014
12:00PM - 4:30PM Training
4:30PM - 6:30PM Dinner and Pool
6:30PM - 9:30PM Training
Sunday, March 9, 2014
12:00PM - 4:30PM Training
4:30PM - 6:30PM Dinner and Pool
6:30PM - 9:30PM Training
Monday, March 10, 2014
8:00AM - 12:00PM Training
12:00PM - 1:30PM Lunch and Pool
1:30PM - 5:30PM Training
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
8:00AM - 12:00PM Training
12:00PM - 1:30PM Lunch and Pool
1:30PM - 5:30PM Training
7:30PM - 9:30PM Training
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
8:00AM - 12:00PM Training
12:00PM - 1:30PM Lunch and Pool
1:30PM - 5:30PM Training
Thursday, March 13, 2014
8:00AM - 12:00PM Training
12:00PM - 1:30PM Lunch and Pool
1:30PM - 5:30PM Training
Friday, March 14, 2014
8:00AM - 12:00PM Training
12:00PM - 1:30PM Lunch and Pool
1:30PM - 5:30PM Training
7:30PM - 9:30PM Training
Saturday, March 15, 2014
12:00PM - 4:30PM Training
4:30PM - 6:30PM Dinner and Pool
6:30PM - 9:30PM Training
Sunday, March 16, 2014
12:00PM - 4:30PM Training
4:30PM - 6:30PM Dinner and Pool
6:30PM - 9:30PM Training
Monday, March 17, 2014
8:00AM - 12:00PM Training
12:00PM - 1:30PM Lunch and Pool
1:30PM - 5:30PM Training
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
8:00AM - 12:00PM Training
12:00PM - 1:30PM Lunch and Pool
1:30PM - 5:30PM Training
7:30PM - 9:30PM Training

The immersion is set up for maximum exposure to create well educated and rounded teachers.

  • Get to know Miami’s top two luxury Spa’s from personal experience.  
  • Train with Kancho Cameron Shayne. 
  • Become certified to teach Budokon Yoga Primary Series. 
  • Learn traditional yogic practices, 
  • Ayurvedic medicine, 
  • Energetic Anatomy and Awareness, 
  • Life Coaching, 
  • Anatomy Based Yoga, and much more.  
  • Become Yoga Alliance certified.  
  • Drop unwanted baggage and weight.  
  • Feel every cell in your body be reborn into new awareness and health.



Transform Your Perspective - Expand Your Potential - Live a Powerful Life  

Monday, October 14, 2013

Circus Fair



If now is the moment
why are you not here?

When I call your name
nothing appears...

Apparitions, full of fear
Haunt the mind as day draws near...

too many corners
in between
when i see you
you don't see me
turn the lock
toss the key
go running back
thru history


Lover, love, lover, loved,
so it slips to the sky above
like prayers cut from trembling lips
the secret stolen from bridled bliss
your truth like rocks, piled high
a stark, solid, crumbling pile
fades into the dark night sky...

I remember midnight when
we sat giggling on playground swings
and flew so high, falling back,
it was glee
it was slack
it was tiptoes
on wooden floors
avoiding boards that made squeaking noise
I showed you my childhood toys
and you smiled with all your poise
knowing little girls like that...

so now i see
how we missed
each moment of sattvic bliss
disturbed, and unending train
like the ocean becomes the rain
becomes the falling on mountain tops
becomes the spring, becomes the cup
and she drinks it, ever near
a trembling lip and falling tear...
she waited for him to appear
night sky unframed by his silhouette
she knew she had not found him yet

Memories fade, like morning dew
I never thought I would stop loving you
I never thought you would stop too
We never knew which thought was true
but here it goes,
the poetry becomes the prose
becomes the smile turned upside down
becomes the stories in which we drown
becomes the way we lose ourselves
the ideas that steal our health

nothing resolves,
yet something grows
filling up the broken holes
something glows like molten rock
and suddenly, pain just stops

all is free, and light and air
like children in their underwear
forgetting just why to care
about having a soul laid bare
just enjoy the circus fair
kick up your heals
toss back your hair
balance your heart on moonbeam's stride
tone your mind, forget your pride
remembering it's just a ride
and only the living come out alive...
























Sunday, May 26, 2013

the undulating dark

quiet morning
like cherry blossom dropping
when the wind is absent
i arose, remembering.

there was an angel in my dreams
before i woke
all was golden light
gold on gold
even standing in the cold
bold

a summer field stretched
wooden fences
with gaps
to keep hapless sad in
the soft wind
disturbing air on skin
everything cast over in gold

he tried to remind me
of where I had been and where I was going
such an angel.

But not quite the same as God.
although beautiful answers
that made perfect sense
alignment, structure, form
all represented with precision.

I could not agree

Something inside of me
Murky, raw, sleek
the dark places where things grow
the room you board up
the part you hide
laughing it away at cocktail parties
and weddings, at church, and funerals
although at funerals we let it out a little....
but not at the supermarket
the part we spend our lives avoiding
tumultuous, turning, yearning, unseen,
tumbling down like a castle in the hands of time and vines.
until we die
and are reclaimed by the vices of microscopic life

This part of me was not in his vision
he refused it's consideration in his calculations
this way assured I knew
if the world failed
it would be my fault
for harboring darkness
for not cutting that part out and offering it's writhing to the cleansing rays
of the sun god

i told him he should seek peace
instead of change
insight instead of gold
trouble, loneliness, desperation,
such beautiful flaws are the landscapes that invite sunset horizons
sitting beneath a vast sky in a life of flawed achievement ripe with meaning
and bursting with poetry to ease the soul
mythos and mangoes,
ideals well-met with dripping ripe sweetness
instead of museums of well-sorted gems
stacked upon each other
untouchable and frozen
the world can never be perfect i screamed into the golden polish
for then it would surely die
without the undulating dark rolling out
creation.






Tuesday, April 23, 2013

The Dishes Had Piled UP High in Her Mind.....





my dear,

don't miss the forest for the trees
he said
they were in manhattan
and she wasn't sure which forest he was talking about

the dishes had piled up high
in her mind
stacks of filth
and soggy bread crusts
lost ideals
sunk deep in the wilted lettuce sink drain
tumbling backwards in time
and undoing all the beauty
that could ever exist forever between them
replaced with memories of childhood furies,
and the failures of parentals
with muttered curses
she uttered under
dried egg yolk stuck
scratched teflon pans

and he would walk by it all
and ask her to dance
what an inappropriate activity when there was work to be done
cleaning, organizing
buying
lists
upon lists
upon lists
and things to clean the things you clean your things with...
and he walked right by it all to sit high
on the urban mountains called "roof"

as he sat on the top of the building
the world an open valley
 anywhere he perched was his castle
she would look up at him as he gazed dreamily upon inner landscapes
remember. 
she could remember him when she saw him like that
softer days
when love made their feet touch feet
and their touching feet made their life tingle with meaning and joy
when she wanted to share every secret, every joy, each little story and big dream
where she whispered sweet promises of forever to him

and he told her
'we can decide upon forever when first you meet me here'
i have been waiting for you for 40 days and 40 nights
just show up
come back
all will be well
with love and kindness
do not forget
what can be
and loose the forest for the trees...

but they were in manhattan
walking down another street
there was no forest as far as the eye could see
but right in front of her was a maple tree.

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Kurt Vonnegut and Easter

i will be back in an hour he said
as he grabbed his hat and left
the feeling of sunset arising early in the morning
left Mary's head spinning.

it seemed they had only just begun.

the kitchen smelled of caraways seeds and olive oil
on Easter Sunday
all the butter and fluff and tinsel
couldn't make up for too much familiarity

after an hour had passed
it seemed eternity did an impression
of 2000 years of human turmoil
filled with misunderstanding
of what is sacred
what is seed
what is fruit
and where was he?

so she grabbed her hat and stepped out.
feeling naked as she combed the city searching

the grass was pregnant with eggs
and every passerby
was a parade of apparitions
pale imitations of him
that faded when she neared.

as she wandered
as she wondered
what would come next?
one thought echoed down through eternity
from a great master
who saw straight to the heart of humanity...

 "Since Alice had never received any religious instruction, and since she had led a blameless life, she never thought of her awful luck as being anything but accidents in a very busy place. Good for her."

"So it goes."  - Kurt Vonnegut







Thursday, March 14, 2013

Letters



Letters

i have written you many,
at night,
dim light,
light of the moon,
not hurried, not sullen,
contemplative,
i swoon.
i write them in pencil,
in case i mistake.
i write them in sweet,
i write them in gray.
a silhouette of all that i feel
i yield,
and let it become real...
i move it thru my hand....
a scratch on the pad,
a memory, a vision,
a thought that i had

and then like an itch
in one foul stroke
i crumble it up,
all that i wrote
i wanted to tell you
about the wind,
and the way it caresses
so many things....
and it reminds me of a way late, late at night
before the dew cracks
and thoughts of night,
to run my hands down the small of your back....
alas....

my hand stops on the page...
and crumbles it up,
to send it away...
each scribbled word,
each uttered ideal.
each shattered world,
each humble appeal.
and lights it on fire,
like a pine-bough in the night,
all faces revealed,
in the flaring of light.

un-uttered, un-heard.
i lost every word,
with the light of a match...
everything i said, burned...

each fumbled sentence revealing a sweetness;
i could not let you catch.

cause i never could send
a thing that i wrote.
so i set them on fire.
each 
individual 
note.

Monday, April 23, 2012

Silent Refrain



A face in the pouring rain
glaring eyes shooting fire
the anger drops on freezing ground
a dead man cannot feel the pain
he mumbles...
a dead man cannot feel pain
every tragic person's silent refrain

but how do you live if you are dead inside?


Shuffle, shuffle, sleeping masses
pre-conditioned madness
no one looks up from their sorrows
the clear sky
is right beside illusion's horrors
they just tear and squabble with each other
what a bother!


will you climb the ladder or keep your head down?

The house was locked
the heart was locked
all down tight
no one move
don't turn on a light
don't blink
don't think
no one wink
wait,
what are we hiding from?

all I ever wanted
was someone super sweet
with happy feet
a warm heart beat
a man who thinks adventures neat
who likes to laugh, and hum and take baths
who stumbles, but lands on his feets or able hands
when I breath, I can't help but wonder, baby
why are you so mad at me?