Yoga Far Off the Mat: 2022

WELCOME TO MY UPCOMING SCHEDULE OF EVENTS

In Collaboration with Reimagine

WALKING THE PATH OF ESTRANGEMENT: Welcoming Yourself Home

SCHEDULE:

September 22, 2021 2pm EST

In Conversation with Author Jeff Brown

www.jeffbrown.co

Watch the replay:

On YouTube:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UwqJSIPe6ys

On Zoom:

https://us02web.zoom.us/rec/share/k8BZMzA4Yo4r8bJjwRYH6WtZHEEs5UKiXhCwp68J3a55_OX5kMc84EUvVafJ3VkD.FqkjTNQpPyM_32e3

November 10, 2021 5pm EST

In Conversation with Author Laura Davis

https://letsreimagine.org/76768/walking-the-path-of-estrangement-welcoming-yourself-home-ii

www.lauradavis.net

Watch the replay:

On YouTube:

https://youtu.be/eWUAAiGr2zQ

On Zoom:

https://us02web.zoom.us/rec/share/DW2z3vw0LsfIo18Lz86gGV7XPkDTasbSJxOC9-E2tqID4Vv-qO5etZ3j0Hz1E7wc.B_lKVRv_sPOTsqXo

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January 12, 2022 1pm EST

In Conversation with Dr. Becca Bland and Author, Coach Karen C.L. Anderson

https://letsreimagine.org/76768/walking-the-path-of-estrangement-welcoming-yourself-home-3

www.beccabland.com

https://kclanderson.com/

Watch the replay:

On YouTube:

https://youtu.be/LBrQkEoNGVs

On Zoom:

https://us02web.zoom.us/rec/share/DnNdJMuRmQQzhktWpg4dJJ0N7SCm4uqbmD_X0VhcM8Y-NPwq27u0drFYWYbHcMVG.zpx56JvoIlnNLXrE

Passcode: d!uhm3&Y

March 16, 2022 5pm EST

In Conversation with Author Harriet Brown

https://letsreimagine.org/103965/walking-the-path-of-estrangement-welcoming-yourself-home-4

www.harrietbrown.com

Watch the replay:

On YouTube:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sqiGWOguqOs

On Zoom:

https://us02web.zoom.us/rec/play/7oFdDRVZXxIcvWLO-Ek3ZPUPnMQaoM9qOjBBOBaZQTq1GZAi-t3qKPFNjraLAAz41Hc12Tmjz_Gas94.FLHeReZY6Cnodk-t?continueMode=true&_x_zm_rtaid=m4xxtJxDRBOod40cQnlvyA.1655304059692.cf15ca15434a6406024cf791d0fe3869&_x_zm_rhtaid=685

June 1, 2022 1pm EST

Expressing the Inexpressible: Poetry for Healing Grief with Mike Bernhardt

https://letsreimagine.org/103965/expressing-the-inexpressible-poetry-for-healing-grief

Here is the replay of the poetry workshop:

https://photos.app.goo.gl/RUfRatcapiMLtckg9

AND PLEASE STAY TUNED...

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About the series:

Having walked the path of estrangement from my biological family for nearly two decades, I have found that this is far too often a subject that goes underground and is unrelatable but one which requires deep re-organizing, deep healing, ongoing re-identification and becoming. I am compelled to cultivated a safe space to ask others to lay the burden downs of abandonment, betrayal, and begin to reclaim and name the self-honoring that the work takes to live in the world without those who live and have lived without us or those we have chosen to live without. To speak about forgiveness. To speak about reclamation of self. To speak about loss. To speak about reclamation of self in this specific way. Most importantly, to not turn away. To turn toward. * Jill has an MSW, an M.A. in Writing, she's been an Activist and Organizer and considers this conversation a portal to our healing.

I am here to reimagine ways to find new language of inclusion and healing around the experience of estrangement that many people walk or have walked. I hope you will feel inspired to join me as we walk this path together and tear down the walls any stand between us.

Jill Bacharach, Reimagine Collaborator

https://letsreimagine.org/

Where you can find me:

yogafaroffthemat.blogspot.com

https://www.instagram.com/jbacharach23/

https://www.facebook.com/jbacharach1

https://twitter.com/jbacharach1

https://familysupportresources.com/

https://www.linkedin.com/in/jill-bacharach-54baaa34/

https://letsreimagine.org/

Friday, June 24, 2022

Dedication: June 25, 1964

She is the first I protected, the first who I loved, the first who rejected me.

I woke her up each morning and I knocked on her door every night to see if there was a way inside.

There was a wall between us and I was listening from inside of it. Slowly. Steadily. Unwavering.

Fifty some odd years later, here I am.

Loving you from here.

The walls you erected were yours to build and although I sometimes wonder and sit and wait, I know that they are yours. They are strong. Too strong for me to peer through.

I see you down the street laughing when a young person has clothes on that you might disapprove of. And I shake. And pray and love her along the way.

I see you when my hair falls a certain way and for a moment I don’t know where I am.

I see you laughing at me and even though it hurts, I see you. Hurting.

I see my neighbor, in the hospital, donating her bone marrow to her sister, the only perfect match in her large Italian family. I see the family. Watching. Waiting. Praying. Unwavering. In their love. In their presence. In their hope. In their definition of family.

I see myself in them, alone, in them, knowing I am in isolation, behind a wall, in my donation. Giving something that could never be given me. But knowing myself. Always knowing where it comes from. Always knowing where it is going.

This.

I don’t know where you are in the world any longer. You’ve shown me that you no longer wish for me to know.

But the borders around my heart are made of a great tapestry. Of grace. Of gentleness. And of untamed definitions of a word given to me at birth. I hold it in my heart as mantra. As prayer.

Sister. Sister. (I am) My sister.

Tap softly.