Thank you Woodhull Wellness for sharing this technique to boost health and spread happiness! What's one thing you're grateful for today? 😌☀️❤️
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Raise your hands if you want to make waves of kindness this week. We do! 🌊🙌
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Check out this clip of our instructor Marco Diferreira as he teaches us how to get out of our heads and into our bodies. 😌🤸🏿♀️
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If you are looking to get your body moving, visit us online to take a look at our class schedules! Although we have amazing yoga classes, we also have many other ways to get connected to mindfulness. Pay what you can, and allow yourself to refocus and recenter when you join us for any class during the week.
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Click the link to get moving. 💫🔗
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https://bit.ly/3Kek0cT
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Repost from Sofar Sounds Denver :
"#IWD22 was spent SHYFT at Mile High celebrating, empowering and supporting women in our community. 👱🏻♀️👩🏻🦱👩🏽👩🏼🦰👩🏽🦳👧🏿."
Hearing performances by such talented female artists was a great way to celebrate International Women's Day. 🚺🎤
At SHYFT, we are all about #womensempowerment, and if you'd like to recognize a woman that you admire, tag her in the comments! ♥
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SATURDAY NIGHT at Shyft, poet, storyteller, & performer, @rosemerry.trommer. 🌹
Rosemerry is joining us for an intimate evening of poetry that invites you to fall more deeply in love with yourself, with others, with the moment, and the world.
Tickets are just $10. Link in bio!
Autumn Beside the River, by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
The rocks that were underwater
two months ago are dry now,
and a woman can sit on them
beneath the bridge and escape
the September sun. But she can't
escape herself. There was a time
she really believed she could control things.
Now she sits with her own brokenness
and invites the inevitable autumn into her,
the autumn that's already come.
Invites the lengthening nights. Invites
the dank scent of the garden, moldering and dead.
Invites the loss of green. "You can't be
a sapling forever," she tells herself,
though another part of her argues,
"Yes, you can, yes, you can."
The river has never been so clear—
every rock in the bed is visible now,
and perhaps clarity is one of the autumn's best gifts.
She imagines the leaves of her falling off—
how she loves them.
She imagines them golden in the wind.
