Prenatal Yoga Teaching Training

When I designed the curriculum for our Prenatal Yoga Teacher Training (the first prenatal yoga school in Texas!), it was driven by need. There was a serious need for a teacher training program to educate yoga teachers who felt called do a better job of supporting pregnant women. Pregnancy is such a pivotal time in a woman's life. I remember many aspects of my yoga practice while pregnant - the loving and sacred space created by the yoga teacher, the realization that my body was changing every day as a human grew inside me, the emotional reconciliation of transitioning from being an woman to becoming a mother. It was huge for me.

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I think people who are drawn to support pregnant women understand the magnitude of change happening in this phase of a woman's life. They know there's a magic at work. They may even have a sense that the way we care for women today can create transformation and support for many generations to come.

Mothering the mother is subtle, powerful and important work. Our Prenatal Yoga Teacher Training is designed for those that have a strong desire to nurture women during their journey through the childbearing years.

We'd love to talk more with you about what we offer at our Open House this Saturday, February 28th from 1 to 2 PM at The Yoga Room in Round Rock, TX. If you live out of town, you can join us for the Open House via Google hangout webinar. Just email us for the link.

Stacy 2013Best regards, Stacy

Director Prenatal Yoga Teacher Training

West Donations

Last week a small town about 90 miles to the north of us, West, was brought into the national spotlight when a fertilizer production plant explosion killed 14 and injured about 200 people. Through the media, requests went out for donations of blood for the injured, and clothing, toiletries, water, blankets, and baby care items for all those affected. So in last week's newsletter/blog post, The Yoga Room organized a donation drive on Thursday and in less than 3 days, we collected enough donations to fill an SUV.

On Sunday I drove to West to deliver our donations, and I was overcome with emotion at the beauty of hundreds of volunteers coming together to sort and distribute donations in West. When it was my turn to back my SUV up to the donation center, which was a large pavilion on the West Fair Grounds, a group of men and boys rushed up to help me unload. I was really choked up. I had a short conversation with one of the men and it was all I could do to say how beautiful it was for so many people to come together and help in this difficult time. He kindly replied, "We don't need the government - we got this." With or without government help, the power and love of humanity was strongly evident in West that day. As I drove away from the donation center, I began to cry and I had to pull off the dirt road to regain my composure.

When I left the Fair Grounds, I spent a few minutes driving around the town. I saw dozens of catastrophe response vehicles (mostly insurance companies), a makeshift clinic offering tetanus shots, restaurants with Closed signs on their front doors, dozens of news vehicles, dozens of state troopers, businesses with boarded windows, people standing around in the streets of downtown, people standing outside their houses, little handmade signs directing people to the donation drop off location, and a Jack in the Box food truck offering free food. It was undoubtedly a big increase in traffic for this small town.

Visiting West in the wake of the tragic fertilizer plant explosion was an overwhelming and maybe even life-altering experience for me. It took me a several days to process and make sense of it.

On one hand there is the enormity of the tragedy, the loss of life, the injuries, the destruction of property. I witnessed West as a disaster zone. And we see images of disasters online and on TV all the time, but experiencing it in person is a whole different thing. It feels heavy and real.

On the other hand there is the profound outpouring of love by the "helpers," to quote the term from the widely circulated Mr. Roger's quote from last week. These volunteers came out in the hundreds to help the people of West, and it was a beautiful sight to see. I'm proud that we all were able to help in our own small way.

Many blessings to the people of West, and many blessings to the helpers during this difficult time.

XO, Zelinda