|Posted by Jennvp on December 10, 2011 at 12:30 AM|
Greetings from Colorado!
After years of visiting the Boulder area of Colorado, I've finally made the move. I'm slowly settling into my new responsibilities and routines, and am enjoying the opportunity to do it all with a view of the Front Range. I miss my MN students and clients, so my excitement is balanced with those feelings as well.
I'm available for workshops, Thai yoga bodywork and yoga instruction by appointment, at your location or through Facilitated Wellness at Flatiron Athletic Club in Boulder (see location page).
And of course, I'm open to scheduling the above services in other locations too, including Minnesota! Contact me with questions and ideas.
I hope you are all remembering to take good care of yourselves as winter settles in, and the holiday season puts extra stress and strain on your systems. As wise Master Pichest teaches, we must be sure to take care of ourselves first, or we won't be effective in caring for others.
|Posted by Jennvp on October 24, 2011 at 10:10 AM|
I hope everyone enjoyed the summer, which seems to have stuck around a little later than usual this year. I'm not complaining.
I've been enjoying teaching an increasing number of workshops on familiar and new topics--related to both yoga and Traditional Thai Medicine. Teaching workshops is incredibly rewarding work.
I also moved forward with my products, and am excited to expand their marketing and sales.
Contact me to learn more about these or anything else you see on the Intent Bodywork website.
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|Posted by Webmaster on December 15, 2010 at 12:17 PM|
I'm back safe and sound...finally!
Photo: On the ferry from Ko Phi Phi to Ko Lanta. Andaman Sea.
My time on the Thai island of Ko Lanta was beautiful and restful. I met interesting new people and very much enjoyed the quiet sandy beach and warm gentle ocean. I acually have a tan, which I now have tucked safely away beneath layers of warm clothes.
My trip back stateside was long, even longer than planned, as the big blizzard blew in just about when I was due to board my final connection from Dallas to Minneapolis. But even though I was delayed by a day and change, I seized the opportunity to rest and booked a hotel room and slept a lot, which was a wonderful head start on dealing with jet lag. Which I am still dealing with, so bear with me as I recover...I think I'm a bit thick-headed come late afternoon these days, but it's improving as I adjust after being on opposite time.
I am grateful for and humbled by all this trip offered: the opportunity to learn, be healed, meet new people, make new friends, see amazing places, and so much more that I continue to recognize and realize.
I am also grateful for all of you, and while having these amazing experiences, believe me, part of me was missing being in Minnesota, teaching yoga and sharing healing bodywork. I look forward to seeing you in class, and sharing new elements of Thai bodywork!
|Posted by Webmaster on December 9, 2010 at 9:02 AM|
A quick hello from Ko Lanta...
Photo: Greeings from the Andaman Sea!
After tedious travel via plane, car and ferry and an overnight kn Phuket, we are finally on Ko Lanta, where the weather is lovely, the beach quiet and clean, the food amazing. Chatting with interesting people. Enjoying the caipirinhas and sunshine. Good food, fun cover music at the Why Not bar on the beach.
Will write more at a later time; meaning no disrespect, I'd rather be soaking up a few more rays before bundling up for the Minnesota cold!
Photo: Longtail boats beachside.
|Posted by Webmaster on December 8, 2010 at 5:56 PM|
These four days in Cambodia have been a whirlwind. A mixture of exhaustion, vulnerability and awe. Now I am sitting once again in the Bangkok airport, this time trying to process the flurry of days in a country I found I didn't know much about before setting foot in it.
Saturday I bid fond farewell to Chiang Mai, and with Kelly and Angie flew to Bangkok and on to Siem Reap, Cambodia to see Angkor Wat and other temple ruins.
Our seasoned guide Nak met us at the Ei8ht Rooms, our simple but charming guesthouse (a bargain at $8 each for the night) and whisked us on our way to the floating villages on the massive lake Tonle Sep. I was awash with memories of my time in Iquitos, Peru, with its floating neighborhoods of Belen.
The villages house a large Vietnamese fishing population. Nak explained the fishing economy to us, and some of the cultural dynamics between Vietnamese and Cambodian locals. While some of what we witnessed appeared impoverished and shocking, Nak insisted that many of the people were considered well-off in the local economy...
That evening we had dinner at a quiet and lovely restaurant, where we enjoyed Khmer food and I tried something called Khmer Spirit, a rice alcohol with a golden Listerine kick. After a walk through the night market, we had a great time at a bar called Angkor What!? And no, I am not making that up. Quite a good time, chilling out and meeting new people.
After not nearly enough sleep (What!?) we were off to Angkor Wat for sunrise...which the overcast morning sky obscured, but it was still a beautiful experience. We toured the solumn and extensive ruins there, then went to Angkor Thom and Ta Prohm, the latter with its gorgeous ruins tangled with massive banyon and other trees...being there among the poster shots (and yes, Tomb Raider scenes) was amazing.
Then the adventure of the bus across Cambodia...while we ended up on a serviceable vehicle and did ultimately arrive each of us in one (stinky, overheates, grumpy, jostled) piece, we did realize at some point bumping amidst rice paddies and crumbling huts that we were not on the $10 express bus we paid for, but rather the $6 ride...and oh, what a difference those four bucks surely made on us...(At one point Angie looked over at me from her cramped, dirt-stained seat and matter-of-factly asked whether "shaken adult syndrome" exists as a diagnosable malady.)
You win some, you lose some, and in this case the ticket broker appears to have won.
However, upon arriving in Phnom Penh 7 or so hours later, we made it to our digs with relative ease. The Kibiki Hotel, nestled on a secured street behind the Prime Minister's house, was modestly priced but embraced us with quiet charm, attentive staff, gorgeous grounds (a pool that is popular with expats, poolside restaurant and bar, lush foliage separating cabanas perfect for chilling out), and a room that offered quiet comfort.
The next day Angie escorted us to the Cambodian Childrens Fund, a great organization that she has supported for a couple of years ongoing. We toured a few of their locations, and were engulfed by the inspiring children there, whose happiness and hopefulness were humbling. It was a beautiful experience that bouyed my time in Cambodia.
Later that day we laid low by the pool, and Angie share some of her super interesting experiences as a CCF sponsor. She is an inspiring woman of great compassion and kindness!
Then in the evening we ventured out and had pedicures and dinner near the river. While sitting at a sidewalk cafe, with disbelief we witnessed scenes that we might just as easily have witnessed on Dateline.
Sex trade is a looming problem in Phnom Penh (a recent episode of America's Most Wanted details it), and we watched as men came out of a club with young women, some men with more than one. We watched one group of men and their selected prostitutes be whisked away en masse by private van. A shopping trip.
Then we witnessed a man hustling children of perhaps age 13 or so. Some selling DVDs or books, others being sold. It was paralyzing to watch it; we were barely an hour on one corner in a decent part of town. I can't imagine the depth of the issue.
But we were able to contrast that sobering experience with our morning at CCF, an organization that houses and educates and uplifts kids, shielding them from the very injustices we witnessed. So there was that to consider.
The next day offered more to process: the Killing Fields and S21 prison. Seeing those places and people, reading with more depth and illustration than I ever have about the Khmer Rouge, was...huhmm. A tree still stands at the Killing Fields museum out in the countryside...soldiers smashed infants and toddlers to death against that tree. Just one example of the visceral reality of Po Pot's campaign of horrors.
Photo: In the stupa at the Killig Fields.
That afternoon we had a few hours to try to understand the poverty around us in what had once clearly been a beautiful, developing place.
Photo: At the S21 prison, a converted school, some hallways were wrapped in wire to prevent prisoners from commiting suicide by plunging to their death.
Exhausted and with mind churning, feeling at times a bit like I'd been kicked in the chest, I and the ladies flew from Phnom Penh to Bangkok, where I'm writing this. A short connection to Phuket will soon take us to the final portion of our trip: a few days in the islands of southern Thailand.
Photo:Life going on as usual outside the Killing Fields museum.
Rest. Sun. Stillness. Maybe a bit of standup paddling or pulling some rock, or perhaps just a motorbike rode along the beach...
With much to digest,
|Posted by Webmaster on December 6, 2010 at 2:01 PM|
Photo:Monk on the song tao.
Today I received a lot of bodywork. First Pichest showed us a technique where he slapped our calves with an old horseshoe that had been dipped in tamarind water. It relaxes the calves, and is done while the recipient is standing.
Then he continued the healing work on my shoulder, and though the process was intense, afterward I feel better than ever. Later in the day his uncanny intuition showed itself via a conversation about my mom--a woman who is a true gift, and he reminded me to honor and help my parents, and said it is good that I recognize that my mom is an enlightened person and to learn from her. Anyone who knows her certainly recognizes this!
Photo: Banana spring rolls with thick honey. With due deference to Dr Charlie, who told me that eating bananas would make me more attractive mosquitoes. The spring rolls were wonderful...the mosquitoes were not.
His philisophies about being a healer and about caring for the self are clear, and though I have not gotten very into them yet in this blog, they are simple and make sense, even if proper self-attentiveness is difficult in our modern world. My teacher Tanya told me before this trip that she gets what she needs when studying with Pichest, and so it seems this is proving true for me as well.
Photo: Pichest working with a willing recipient....a recipient whose body certainly felt much more open after this.
Here's to the journey,
|Posted by Webmaster on December 6, 2010 at 1:39 PM|
Photo: The road to Pichest's.
It was back to Pichest's for class on Monday. We learned, we talked, we practiced.
In the evening we visited the Buddhist temple Wot Suan Dok, where we participated in a monk chat.
I went in expecting to see a group of people quietly arranged around a serene monk's bare feet in a temple. Instead I walked in to something far less formal--monks and visitors sitting at tables in a meeting room, with a small altar tucked into a back corner.
I had the pleasure of speaking with this young monk from Laos. We discussed snowball fights, gratitude and a lot of ground in between.
I chatted with a young monk from Laos. It was so very interesting...for nearly 90 minutes, we discussed everything from mindfulness to snowballs to how to swim in the ocean most safely. I felt close to tears of gratitude for his insights at some parts of our discussion, and close to tears of laughter as we shared amusing stories from our lives.
This young monk joined the monastery at 14, and after ten years was considering leaving. In Buddhism, leaving the monastery is normal. Monks may leave and return a total of three times, but they must give strong reasons for each.
This man received his BA in English from the university associated with the monastery, and has various ideas about his life...running an organic farm, teaching English combined with spiritual guidance...and his dream to play in the snow. Of this he said, "If I should die and never have played in some snow, I think this would be very sad for me indeed."
...and so, for me the lesson in that moment was perhaps to remember to find gratitude when, in a week and a half, I leave tropical paradise and return to the snows of Minnesota. Snowball fight, anyone?