So many things in life start small. First kiss. First event. First risk. We don't always know exactly what we are getting ourselves into, and today, that's okay. Our minds continue to chant, don't overthink it. Be present. This feels right. Universe, we trust you. This is our gift to you. All of the good energy that surrounds this adventure, makes the little steps forward...kinda, just, glide... 

Last night was our first, small private event. Our goal will always be to provide our guests with quality experiences that keep them coming back again and again.

We started on our mats. In an easy, seated meditation, eyes closed, attention centered on the muladhara, the root chakra. We shifted our interest to our breath. Growing curious, we began to find and resonate with the mantras associated with the root chakra. I am safe. I am secure. I fear less. I trust more. I have everything that I need. 

As the mantra faded away from the minds eye, we flowed through a rooted and grounding asana sequence. When we bowed forward and said 'namaste,' we could feel the debris from our week slowly clearing away. 

After a beautiful hour on our mats, outside, with each other, we flowed to the kitchen.

We gathered with open hearts and empty stomachs. Eager to 'digest' a new tip from the kitchen. There was a warm welcoming and new sense of community and togetherness. Just as we created awareness around the root chakra during our yoga class, we literally fed the root chakra in the kitchen. A savory roasted root vegetable appetizer, smothered in Italian herb ricotta, honey, cranberries and roasted walnuts. Cheesy risotto, topped with pan seared scallops. Accompanied with a medley of roasted root vegetables, including parsnips, sweet potatoes, rutabagas, carrots, butternut squash, garlic and onions. And mama said, 'eat your greens!' So we served you some sautéed broccolini. Yes, dessert, we squeezed it in. God-bless the recommended attire (see our FAQs page). And God-bless yoga pants. Last night we literally inhaled homemade carrot and ginger mini cakes. Topped with a dollop of Grandmom's 'light' egg-white frosting. NAMASTAY-for dinner. For real. And really, for real...there were no doggy-bags. (Insert sad emoji here).   

The evening was truly therapeutic and healing. Some may say, 'time flew by too fast.' We say it's easy to lose track of time when you're in the right place, at the right time, with an amazing tribe.

So where are we right now, at this very moment? Present. Present and grateful. 

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