What is the rhythm of life? Remember, Atlas shrugged, too. Seeking an answer is like trying to understand the tree by only looking into its shadow. In the silence, the beat, butterfly wings pulsing at your heart. Witness sacred in mundane. Take care of yourself and wear your apron. Sweep your own floors. Make dinnerContinue reading “Rhythm of Life. Trina D’anne Hall. Trina Hall.”
Sometimes we make important life decisions based on what we think we should do. The “should” can become a barometer for being loved or accepted by others. Much of my life was spent as a purposeful outsider… Never wanting to be adopted into one group, I joined them all. It is like how I can’tContinue reading “Yoga According to Treenuh Yoga. Trina Hall. Dallas Yoga. Private Lessons Musicians Artists.”
The sacred overwhelms my heart Love for the fearful covers doubt Perfection lives in the heart of nature Return to her roots! Your rapture is found in her flow! The golden thread that weaves me as a tapestry braids me to you. You Me The Divine… The Trinity of the Now.
Do you think I am fat? If I were in front of you in typical yoga spandex, would you judge me? I’ve gained weight and I’m not pregnant. I’ve followed the brand new, yogi-approved Seat Diet. See it… eat it. As a yoga teacher, this could be considered career suicide. Instead of slaying my meansContinue reading “The Fat Yoga Teacher. Trina Hall Treenuh Yoga. Photos by Napier Photographie. Dallas Texas”
There was a time when all I needed for inspiration was a quote, horoscope, fortune cookie, or one of those refrigerator magnet poems. The days of fluffing the pillows of hope to make the world seem less random are over. I am simultaneously distraught and relieved that I no longer rely on my tea bagContinue reading “New-Age ‘Secrets’ and Why They Don’t Work”
Equations make sense because we’ve all agreed on the meaning of the symbols within the equation. The plus sign means what it means and there isn’t any argument. We don’t put our subjective vacillating thoughts on the number 8, expecting it to adapt to our will. Labels and titles are different. When we embark onContinue reading “Reality of Acceptance. Trina Hall.”
Yoga is a beautiful tool for communicating with people. However, its reach is limited. The public’s perception of what yoga is and what yoga does is tainted. Far too often, yogis are portrayed as idiots who are so out of touch with reality. You’ve seen them: the aging men wearing robes or something that resemblesContinue reading “Yoga and The Force. Treenuh Yoga. Trina Hall.”
Have you ever looked around your house at all the things you keep and see a common theme? My theme is a collection of items that represent the men who have most influenced my life. I have my grandpa’s cowboy hat, his cameras, the book he read to me as a little girl. He wasContinue reading “The Men I love.”
He has two gods: nature and music. The notes were his companion, the former rests somewhere beyond the view, begging to be graced with his footsteps. “Don’t look at me. Be with me,” Mother Nature commanded, knowing he was afraid of the dark. Did he need more strength to be strong? Burying the barbed wireContinue reading “Man and Woman”
She heard a voice while searching for a sign in the woods that closed her throat in on itself like a black hole swallowing matter. It sucked her breath, her umbilical cord to source. The alchemy of longing changed to feeling. All grown up, she waved the white flag to no one among the silenceContinue reading “Key Collecting. Trina D’anne Hall. Trina Hall. 7-20-2012 blog”
Today, it was announced that researchers at CERN discovered a particle that is in line with the “God particle” Higgs believed to be at the core of the Theory of Everything… It explains why matter has a mass. Pretty cool stuff. Before this discovery, it was just a theory… An idea… Somethig floating in theContinue reading “Dream Believer. Higgs. God particle. Dreamer. Trina hall treenuh yoga Dallas”
We are all on a hero’s journey. Some of us know what we seek and others are completely unaware they are living a life of purpose. Joseph Campbell wrote a book called A Hero with a Thousand faces that outlines the myth of the hero. You can think of it as if your life isContinue reading “The Hero’s Journey. Joseph Campbell. Trina Hall. Yoga Dallas. Treenuh Yoga.”
Are you in the water or on the shore? Do you navigate or do you stand? Because navigation is, itself, taking a stand. The answer isn’t wrong the sail the flag The truth lives in your sole as you find your wings an essence in the unseen.
The melodic aching of her soul’s longing Comes in waves Pluck from her tree The taste of one great love Journeys cross Stars align Fingertips touch She, a firecracker Icarus was he But fly they must Through divine inquiry.
I feel blessed. This week, I take my Advanced Yoga Studies students on their graduation retreat to Playa del Carmen. I’ve been meditating on what to teach and I’m thrilled to say we will be exploring several ideas: Don’t Hold Back – Show Us Who You Are Are You Fiercely Loving? Inspire & Be InspiredContinue reading “Yoga Retreat Class Theme. Trina Hall. Treenuh Yoga. Dallas.”
After I re-apply my melted face from the show, I lay awake in my hammock listening to music through my headphones. I remember the moment my boyfriend introduced me to an intimate stereo sonic experience – I was hooked. The way a stereo sound evokes the imagination is like the difference between being friends andContinue reading “Face Melt with Cheese. Trina Hall. Dallas.”
Ever since I saw my first TED talk by Jill Bolte Taylor describing her experience during her stroke, I was enchanted with TED talks. I, too, had a series of small strokes that left me with double vision and debilitating headaches. My left eye could no longer move and I had resigned myself to alwaysContinue reading “TEDxSMU. Einstein’s Theory of Relativity. Conscious Breathing. Yoga. Dallas. Nervous as Hell. Trina Hall. Treenuh Yoga,”
It was a glorious Spring day when I found myself laying down, looking at the clouds drift through expansive sky-space. I noticed grey dots and wavy lines in between my eyes and my vision of the sky. The more I tried to look into the lines, the further they moved away. These are called “floaters”.Continue reading “Floaters. Yoga. Life. Vision. Texas Yoga. Dallas Yoga. Richardson Yoga. Trina Hall. Treenuh Yoga.”
There is a man who pushes a cart around the neighborhood, collecting cans from recycle bins. I’m assuming he is homeless. He’s become as familiar as my next door neighbor with his routine stop in front of my house and we always wave, give the obligatory smile, and the neighborly exchange of conversational pleasantries. AtContinue reading “My Soul is in the Sky. Trina Hall. Treenuh Yoga. Dallas.”
Perfume of coffee and taste of unshaven legs… the anticipation of art as a container for infinite expression. How does a shadow dance? Where do glances fall? As she approached the tarmac, she wasn’t yet cleared for landing. Baited in breath, the path became clear. There is something rich in mistaken identity as the winter’sContinue reading “An Offering. Trina Hall. Dallas.”
Inspire me beyond illusion In the space where we are both seen Listen Taming the wild dream Love into your vision Let’s tie you up in my apron strings
Transparency isn’t enough. Self-disclosure is opaque honesty. I want to be translucent. I want you to see through me. My strength is sometimes a reality but my fear penetrates much of my being. Do you long to lift illusion’s veil and kiss Truth?
The story you are about to read is completely true. All names have been changed to protect those with a guilt-ridden grin turning up their rosy cheeks. Bob: When was the last time you kissed someone? Me: Someone tried to kiss me Thursday. Bob: What do you mean someone tried? Do you not like kissing?Continue reading “The Things I Hear.”
Monet came to the woods palette of Goldenrod dusted, feet crush the fall. Snake became his staff furrowed brow in hand. Casting thought on River’s spine he took the path without footsteps.
A week ago, I was out walking and came across this pond. It seemed magical as I looked at it from the shore. It is as if the pond wanted to insulate itself with this covering… a security blanket adding an aura of solidarity, protecting the fragile and sensitive nature of the water. Algae isContinue reading “Green Pond. Trina Hall. Yoga Dallas. Treenuh Yoga.”
At some point, I woke up and wondered if I could take better care of myself. I vowed to concentrate the efforts usually given to another toward care for me. I am now in a relationship with myself. I was quite happy about my private declaration but I thought I would make it public byContinue reading “Facebook: You Cannot Create a Relationship with Yourself. Trina Hall.”
“Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in.” -Leonard Cohen At the wishing well casting coin. Inhale with closed eyes I Dream. Seeing vivid hues I exhale. Vacillate in the contrast white on white. Black and white Dark to lightContinue reading “Forget Your Perfect Offering. Trina Hall. Dallas. Treenuh. Yoga”
Identity… it is created… it is stolen… it defines us and it can bring us to our knees. What do you identify with? Emotions? Thoughts? Titles? Labels? We all struggle to find balance through external mechanisms. We try to balance by holding on to something that changes and fades. Isn’t it worth noticing that whenContinue reading “Identity. Dallas Yoga. Dallas Yoga Private Lessons. Dallas Yoga Class. Trina Hall. Treenuh Yoga. Yoga Training Dallas. Teacher Training. Yoga Workshop”
We’ve all lost someone we love… whether through death, divorce, or distance, grieving is something we all experience. There’s even a model, outlining with gross accuracy, the seven stages of grief. I was exposed to death when my hero, Grandpa, died 20 years ago. He was my idea of what a man should be –Continue reading “Good Grief. Trina Hall. Dallas Yoga. Dallas Yoga Private Lessons. Dallas Yoga Class. Treenuh Yoga. Treenuh.com.”
Sitting on the balcony, chimes infuse my thoughts. The breeze is moist with Spring teasing us. Tapping on leaves, the rain is longing to be grounded. The rain knows it will change and accepts its fate. Do you suppose it ever wonders what the tree must feel like to be so deeply rooted to herContinue reading “I Am That. Trina Hall. Dallas Yoga. Dallas Yoga Private Lessons. Dallas Yoga Class. Treenuh.com.”
Standing in my own shadow, reflected from the moon’s light on Eve’s eve of the full moon, I discovered I stand in my fear. Before this point of solid reflection along the path I walked tonight, I felt the importance of foundation. My lover took my hand as I reluctantly tread across lava graced byContinue reading “Standing in My Shadow”