Everything I know about “The Godfather” I got from the Tom Hanks character in “You’ve Got Mail” – this pandemic taught me to go to the mattresses. This is war. How am I going to make it through this? The ResistanceI educated myself on how to reduce the chances of contracting the virus. I liveContinue reading “Why I am teaching yoga again. Trina Hall. Treenuh Yoga. Tom Hanks. You’ve Got Mail. Peloton. Amazon. Puzzles. Covid-19 coping. Thriving. Mindfulness. Meditation. Coronayoga.”
Here’s the playlist from today’s Sunday PHUNday yoga class, you guys! Class started with “Ain’t No Sunshine” by Buddy Guy, featuring Tracy Chapman.
If you haven’t already, sign up to receive invitations for classes. Hey y’all! I am so excited to share some virtual space with you during these interesting times in which we’ve all found ourselves. I will offer tools to help you cope with and perhaps thrive in the pandemic including yoga, breathing exercises, and meditationContinue reading “Coronayoga with Trina. Treenuh Yoga. Live Online Class. Free Zoom Yoga. Beginner. Intermediate. Advanced. Regulate Nervous System. Meditation. Relaxation. Zen AF.”
I made a playlist for all of you with some of my favorite female voices – hope you enjoy them as much I do! Happy International Women’s Day and a special shout out to the one who gave me life and the ones who change my life by being in it. ❤ Click here forContinue reading “Happy International Women’s Day! Trina’s Playlists 3-8-2020. Trina Hall.”
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This is a piece I made for a show at The Dallas Museum of Art in, I think, 2005. I had a lot of late night sessions in my studio playing with different mediums… this one used oil paint, lipstick and menstrual blood.I wondered about beauty. I wondered about shame. I wondered why I wasContinue reading “Fear of. (Period) by Trina Hall.”
I’m newly obsessed with Mark Ronson because YouTube’s algorithm showed me an interview he gave at the beginning of the summer that literally changed my life. I don’t know how but it woke me up in a profound way. So now I follow him on social media and and he posted on IG that heContinue reading “Porn for Sapiosexuals. Trina Hall. Trina D’anne Hall. Mark Ronson.”
Time travelseasons warmto grow Settlebrittle coldPlant roots, feel the sun,give it all away,nothing need be done. Be but loving in the midst of the frostSink into beingrealize nothing was lostWisdom arrivesalchemy turnsIt is without love that a human burns.
Love (comes) in forms I have nothing to lose by loving you… except pride, which I’ve not earned because I still kneel. Foolish is my middle name. Your gamble lives in the moments, ideas, relationships, promises, intentions set up by that idea. But what is the idea? What do you want? What are you willingContinue reading “Love in-Forms”
The energy in my body is that of love – it pulses through my arms and rounds out its presence into the palms that long to hold your face. Placing my left cheek in the welcoming part of my hand, I sigh with the breath of the only one of the pair who knows thisContinue reading “The Art of Control”
Adventure calls but its voice can only be felt. It’s a feather tickling the heart and a longing in the belly. Those who follow the call arrive in their lives with masks of comedy and tragedy tucked in their back pockets, showing those behind of their past. For those who walk the lonely path towardContinue reading “The Call”
Let the city unfold your perceptions as a lover opens a letter. Retreat into yourself but watch. There are patterns, signs, and ways of thinking. Discern them all! Allow the blossom of your heart to unfold like the petals of a flower seeking the sun. Learn the ways of the world but don’t become thoseContinue reading “Walk Alone”
Looking, searching for myself in others, I find the streets. Uptown and downtown, I walk along designed graph paper, seeking. The seer sees. The seeker seeks. The bird, he sings, And the tree, she weeps. Oh city, take me under your wing. Tell me your secrets like the train passes the breeze.
What is love but the preamble to loss? A sacred contract extracting attachment that pierces the experience of now. Dancing with fools was a thing of the past. Co-creation of the unconventional, they imagined their hieros gamos. Rules and boundaries are made, not borrowed. She holds a heart to be opened, not broken. Life isContinue reading “Unconventional Love. Trina D’anne Hall. Trina Hall”
What is the shadow but an expression of fallen light?
Yoga College Series at The Mat Yoga Studio Join Trina Hall for this amazing opportunity to go to Yoga College! The Yoga College Series is like going back to school but much more cost-effective and fun! This is your chance to enrich your mind in the philosophy of yoga as you engage in lecture andContinue reading “Yoga College Series with Trina D’anne Hall at The Mat. Treenuh Yoga.”
I was interviewed by Marquette Falbo on meditation. Hear the interview here on BlogTalkRadio
Click to see the video, Touchpoint “Created in response to Magmart Video Festival Director Enrico Tomaselli’s 2014 Global Video Program “The Five Senses” representing artists from five continents, this video Touchpoint explores touch as a signifier for a moment of physical and emotional connection, a moment of self and communal discovery… a moment of truth.”Continue reading “Touchpoint by Colette Copeland. Trina Hall. Treenuh Yoga. Dallas. The Mat Yoga Studio.”
It was such a treat to work with the team of producers at “Good Morning, America”. You can read the story and see the entire piece here. http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/health/2013/09/25/confessions-of-a-temporarily-fat-yogi/
Good Morning America clip Thanks to the incredible team at Good Morning America!
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”
Energy, or prana, flows through the body and the chakras provide a sacred roadmap to our consciousness. The subtle energy we experience can be explored through the architectural design of the chakras, their traits, qualities, and physical manifestations. In this workshop, we will investigate the chakras as an energy system as it relates to theContinue reading “THIS Saturday: Wisdom of the Chakras with Trina Hall. Treenuh Yoga. The Mat Yoga Studio. Workshop.”
The Stewpot Art Program is a community outreach serving the homeless and at-risk populations of Dallas. It is open to people looking for an environment to express and create through the medium of art. Starting on Wednesday, we will be offering my Creative Process Yoga class to provide a format for the artists to get toContinue reading “Helping through Yoga”
The joining of masculine and feminine energies.
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”
And on the 9th day, Beatrice heard the tree, “Sing. Sing not for the sense but sing for my breath, my life. Our soul.”
He awakened me in Spring. His vision standing brought feeling that needed to be penetrated to be understood. Only by going deep into the now does one understand why. Choppy and rough was my demeanor with Bacchus leading the way to ceremonies. Preparation was in my hands and the only mystery was that of timingContinue reading “Awakening in Spring”
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.”
Ever wondered why a song gets stuck in your head? http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/mobile/magazine-17105759?SThisFB
How often do you think about what you are grateful for? Me? Not as much as I would like. I’m too busy moving forward, trying to accomplish something, be something, or learn something that sometimes I forget to get down into the mushy gushy love that is my life. Today’s yoga class was about abundance. Continue reading “Glass Half Empty? Looking at the Wrong Cup. Yoga Playlist 11-15-11 Trina Hall Treenuh Yoga Dallas”
Live recording of the class I taught on 10-14-11 at The Mat Yoga Studio. This is a Vinyasa class – all levels. We talked about the heart as a light, your life as a map, following your dreams, and questioned if we REALLY believe things are as they should be. Treenuh Yoga 10-14-11 Open FlowContinue reading “Treenuh Yoga. Live Yoga Class. Your Life as a Map. Follow Your Dreams. Dallas.”
Raindrops have marching orders Without question Falling in line. Gravity. Inertia. All mistresses of the Infinite. A yellow marker along the human experience.
The class starts with the song Lament.
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.
I spend a lot of time in silence, in the space of my Self. I incubate, I write, I create. Last night, something shifted as I lay awake at 2am, listening to music. I questioned my beliefs. I thought about my attachments. There was a time when I wanted to learn what was important toContinue reading “Releasing the Past. Trina Hall. Yoga. Haircut. 9-28-2011”
Earth waits for her lover to whisper a new season on her breast. The breeze is hinting at change; a softening of the air that graces Earth’s skin. Sky makes love to the horizon – the unattainable vision of unity out of division. Her body aches as she lay in silent breath. Come toContinue reading “My Womb is Your Grave.”
What does it mean to realize the Self? I enjoy the idea of realizing instead of finding – it lends my mind to the idea of presence. I see a look of awe on my face with my eyes slightly turned upward… a sigh as slight and soft as a lover’s touch. Sinking into theContinue reading “Self Realization. Yoga. Dallas. Trina Hall.”
Do you ever look up at the sky and think EVERY person you’ve ever loved is underneath the same blanket of stars? Tonight, I saw the moon and was filled with hope. #sogratefulforthefullmoontonight
How do you explain a moment – a fleeting instant of purity from a magic wand hovering in the sky? You can’t. You can’t touch what it feels like to be connected. You simply can’t explain love… though we try. And, oh my, do I TRY. My senses take in an instant in time likeContinue reading “Morning Awe. Taste a Moment. Trina Hall.”
Sunday, one of my students brought this sweet suffering baby into the studio, trying to make his last moments as comfortable as possible. We gathered around him as he seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness, closing his eyes and tilting his head up to bring more air into his lungs. He wasContinue reading “Seeing and Flying.”
Alone in Creation Banked on the river of Self Love, she splashes her face. And then she asked of souls, “One? Two?” Abiding Peace cleared the path in the foothills Climb Mountain, offering life line Stoking fire, undertaking flame. Suffer. River as perfume. Suffer. Self baptism, soak in wisdom. Stand. Observing stillness Breathe in loveContinue reading “Soul as Teacher. Trina Hall. Dallas. Treenuh. Yoga. Love.”
I used to feel the ghost of people gone by. Now my senses mate with the essence of me swallowing myself. Undigested angst. Raw, powerful devotion. The sound of my body’s longing. Goodbye to the good byes that don’t need a voice.
These are some of my notes from a workshop I present called The Secrets of Yoga. The circle came from a Joseph Campbell lecture and he was explaining Jung’s theory of the collective unconscious. Here you go, my friend… hope this sparks something.
There is nothing wrong. There is nothing I need to fix. There is nothing I need to change. What’s up with that? Don’t get me wrong, in the past, I could Zen myself out of any heartbreak or death but this moment is different in that I am aware of the surrender in the presentContinue reading “As It Should Be. Dallas Yoga. Dallas Yoga Private Lessons. Dallas Yoga Class. Trina Hall. Treenuh Yoga. Yoga Training Dallas. Teacher Training. Yoga Workshop”
Inhaling a specter Forms dance though mind Seeing nothing Accepting into Being
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.”
In my yoga teacher training, it was suggested to read the Yoga Sutras by Patanjali. So I picked up a book and I thought the man on the front cover was Patanjali himself. I thought, “OK that is what a yogi looks like… long bearded dude in robes sitting with his legs crossed… I getContinue reading “Six Degrees of Satchidananda. Peter Max. Trina Hall. Dallas Yoga. Dallas Yoga Private Lessons. Dallas Yoga Class. Treenuh.com.”
What a joy! We were twisting and shouting for an hour this morning… you guys ROCKED IT OUT!!!!! I will miss you guys every Saturday morning. Mwah!
The Secrets of Yoga with Trina Hall, RYT Uncovering Ancient Truths to Navigate a Modern World What are the secrets the ancient yogis knew? How do we apply the secrets of yoga and translate that into a happier, more fulfilling life right now? Discover how yoga supports a connection to your intuitive, Creative self. GoContinue reading “TODAY! Secrets of Yoga Workshop. Dallas Yoga Teacher. Yoga Private Lessons. Treenuh.com. Trina Hall”
Life is a series of choices. Everyday we show up on the yoga mat, we are making a choice that makes us feel better inside and out. We are listening to that voice inside our hearts that calls us to love and when we act from that place, we always feel better. Love is theContinue reading “Forgiveness is a Choice. Dallas Yoga Teacher. Yoga Private Lessons. Treenuh.com. Trina Hall”
What is time but a dancing shadow Temporal darkness over divinity’s expression Infinite beings of boundless light The I tells time.
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”
Ever contemplate the “best” route to take when driving somewhere? Today, I dropped all ideas and listened to my intuition to guide me from point A to B. The journey led me to the house I grew up in and the pond that became my sacred place as a child. All paths lead to theContinue reading “Driving by intuition”
My art studio is right off McKinney Ave in Dallas and I hear the trolleys go by every 20 minutes. The sound of the tracks rattling a bass line that knows no time and makes me grateful for now. I got a wild hair and decided to take the trolley to dinner while I reviewedContinue reading “Living My City”
How do we resolve conflict? I’m practicing disengagement to find my stillness and center. When we are struggling with someone or a situation, perhaps it is best to look at the struggle within. Only in quiet integrity can we approach a situation with stillness, love, acceptance and patience. My mom used to sing to us,Continue reading “Conflict”