Farm Share Fair in Somerville – Wednesday, March 29th

Fresh, raw carrots in shades of orange of purple with the words Farm Share Fair.

If you’re looking forward to eating fresh and local this season, then you might be interested in joining a CSA.

There are many farms to choose from with different deadlines for payment. It can be confusing figuring it all out in time.

Wouldn’t it be great if there were one place that you could go where you could find out about all the farms in the Boston area offering a farm share program? Well, there is!

Farm Share Fair is happening this Wednesday, March 29th, from 5:30pm – 8:30pm, at The Armory in Somerville.

Enjoy veggies, fruit, meat, poultry, fish, honey, cheese, herbs, & flowers produced in New England.

The Farm Share Fair is Boston’s annual direct-to-consumer information event for food producers across the region.

Compare all the great Farm Share (CSA) programs available in the Boston area. Meet our fabulous local producers with distribution spots near you. We’ll have some great local food vendors and retailers too.

So if you want to support local farmers and eat fresh, then head over to Farm Share Fair!

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Image: 2017 Farm Share Fair

Subway Stories: The Kindness of Strangers at Park Street

Park Street sign along with map of the MBTA subway lines.

Two weeks ago I got a lesson. To slow down. One of my worst traits is impatience. It’s a constant struggle.

If human beings are put on this earth to have experiences that will teach us lessons, then mine is probably to slow down and be patient. Thus the need for yoga and meditation.

Back to the story. I was switching from the Red Line at Park Street to catch an E Train on the Green Line. If you’ve taken the T and been on the E Line, then you know that those trains do not come frequently. The wait feels like forever.

So I started running. I’ve run for this train a bunch of times and have been perfectly fine. No incident. And I always make the train.

Usually I’m wearing sneakers or flats though. This time I forgot that I was not wearing sneakers or flats. I think it was really cold that day, so I was wearing my snow boots. I was too close to the yellow line as well. Someone stepped in front of me, so I tried to weave around them. Again, done this a million times, no problem.

This time, there was a problem. My balance was off because of the boots or being too close to the edge of the walkway or both, so I fell. As I was falling, I was thinking that this was so funny and stupid. Why was I in such a rush? I thought that I was just tripping and would be able to recover my balance. Unfortunately not.

Then I felt myself rolling over onto the train tracks. At the same time I’m thinking, “Oh no,” and “I hope I didn’t break anything.” Luckily I fell forwards with my hands out and not backwards. I had on very thick leggings. My boots are very puffy. So is my coat. I had on a hat and gloves, so I was mostly covered up and protected.

I think I may have been in shock, because I was just lying on the tracks trying to get my bearings. I don’t remember if it was me actively trying to get up and people grabbing my hands as I reached up or people just grabbing my hands and pulling me up. Either way, there were two sets of hands pulling me up.

It must have been quite the sight for people to see. There’s probably a crazy looking video too.

Anyway, two strangers were kind enough to grab me and pull me up off the train tracks. For them I am eternally grateful. Luckily there wasn’t a train coming.

I twisted my left ankle and it’s still a bit painful, but not too bad. I really ripped up my right knee. It’s still raw and I’m wearing bandages everyday, but it’s healing.

I’ve had to walk slower than my normal pace due to my ankle and knee. It was not worth running for the train. Sure, I would have missed it, but I would have made the next train, which I ended up on anyway — and without the injuries.

Needless to say, when I have a choice between rushing or not, I’m trying to slow down — my eternal lesson. It’s still not easy for me. I don’t know if it ever will be easy. But I keep trying.

Thank you to the two kind strangers! I may never know your names, but I appreciate that youĀ  pulled me up and got me back on my feet.

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Updated 3/26/2017:Ā  Universal Hub picked up this post and you can see it by clicking here.

Growing My Yoga Practice ~ Part 2

Blue cloudy sky with rainbow over tops of trees.

Since taking a bunch of classes in a short period of time, I decided to follow-up the first post and let you know how I’ve found them.

I forgot to mention in the first post that we did a few mudras (hand gestures) in the Gentle Yoga class. We did even more mudras in the Yin Yoga class that I took today.

Yin was similar to Restorative in that we did very long seated poses that stretched us. However there was more friction, I would say.

It wasn’t as comfortable, because I was really pushing myself to hold the poses and it got rather difficult. Not all the poses were supported. Restorative was so comforting. The way a swaddled baby probably feels. Yin was more like being pulled than swaddled.

I was able to go deeper in stretches than I had before. Not sure if it was the type of class or because I have taken so many classes recently that I’m more in the zone?

As we held the poses, my mind started drifting off. Like when I meditate. Again, not sure if it was because of the class or I just have elevated my practice and I am at a higher level. Interesting to notice it whatever the reason. It could have been the music too. It was trance inducing. I may add music to my home practice, because I stopped using it. I think it makes a big difference.

I wrote this on Sunday soon after the class, so I could capture the feeling better. In terms of diversity, most of the classes before today were mostly middle age or younger white women, so I was the diversity. I saw one older middle aged white man. As I was leaving, I saw a young black women getting ready to go into another class.

Today was a pretty diverse class in all respects. There were several young Asian women. Two older white men. A few older white women and a young black woman, then me.

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The first part of this post I wrote on Sunday, February 5th right after I took the Ying Yoga class, as I described in the first post. About six weeks ago.

I ended up not attending the Monday class that I had planned on, but since then I did attend the Restorative Spa Yoga class with Christine. The class was great! I would definitely do it again and highly recommend it.

For the class, we did a bit of gentle yoga, then laid back in “beach chair pose” with blocks and bolsters. It really did feel like lying back in a beach chair! The whole time there was relaxing music. There were twelve of us in the class and two instructors.

I may not be stating everything that happened and the correct sequence of treatments, but this is my best recollection. After a while, you’re so relaxed and feeling spaced out, so it’s hard to remember everything.

So we’re all lying back in beach chair pose with our eyes closed. The instructors come around and place chamomile teabags (actually cotton rounds maybe dipped in tea) on our eyes. We’re given hot eucalyptus scented wash cloths to place over our faces. Breathing in the scent was so relaxing. Then they rub our faces for a bit, putting on the facial. WeĀ  get another steamy hot wash cloth and place it over our faces, then wipe off the facial.

We do a bit more gentle yoga, then get into another restorative pose. This time some herb infused oil is placed on our faces and we rub it in –giving ourselves a face massage. We are given hot stone massage rubs on our backs. Some reiki is done on our necks.

New age type tribal music is playing. There is a smudging ritual — I think with burning sage to cleanse our energy and spirits. Then there is sound therapy with a gong. It is struck repeatedly. The sound and vibrations are quite intense — along with the burning scent of the smudging. It is quite trippy. At this point I am completely blissed out.

Soon after, the class ended. After leaving, I had to rush somewhere. The best way to spend time after would have been to go home and continue to relax. But there is always next time….

Every Body Yoga Tour: Jessamyn Stanley in Boston

Young black woman doing yoga in background with text showing cities she's visiting for Every Body Yoga book tour.

Instagram star and internationally acclaimed yoga instructor Jessamyn Stanley is now also a published author.

Her new book, Every Body Yoga, will be released in AprilĀ  and she’s going on tour to promote it.

Lucky for us, Boston is on her tour list and she will be speaking at Boston Public Library on Tuesday, June 6th, 6pm – 7:30pm.

Mark your calendars!

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Image: JessamynStanley.com

Yoga Trends: Is Goat Yoga Coming to New England?

Light brown goat looking up from behind a fence.

Is this goat looking for a yoga class?

Who knows what goes on in the mind of a goat? I can’t say no for sure. Can you?

Based on the number of articles about goat yoga classes that I have seen lately, it looks like a trend that could be around for a while. Though it seems that humans tend to push the yoga agenda on the goats.

Goat yoga started in Oregon. Then jumped to Arizona. And now it looks like goat yoga has arrived in New Jersey. It seems that goat yoga is moving eastward.

So how about New England? Last summer I met some goats at Sakonnet Farm in Rhode Island and took the picture above. Could a goat yoga class spring up here?

Warmer weather is coming to New England soon. The time is ripe for planning fun outdoor yoga classes. Why not add goats?

Let’s hope that this fun yoga trend doesn’t leave us New Englanders behind and arrives soon.

When the donut ice cream cone trend jumped from Europe to the United States, I gave you the news here first. It’s my mission to do the same for you with goat yoga!

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Updated 3/16/2017: Goat yoga has arrived in Detroit!
Updated 4/6/2017: They’re doing goat yoga in Florida!
Updated 4/16/2017: Goat yoga is in New England! New Hampshire beat us to the punch!
Updated 4/21/2017: Goat yoga is in Massachusetts! But for now, you have to go out west to Easthampton!