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Yoga By Letter: V


In V Out V

Yoga with the V

Venturesome, Virtuous, Vibrations

In V In


In V Out V

 Yoga with the V

Vain, Vicious, Violence

Out V Out


In V Out V

Yoga with the V

Vulnerable, Vital, Vessels

In V In


In V Out V

Yoga with the V

Voiceless, Vengeful, Victims

Out V Out



  May all children

Value the Vexation of Vulnerability~

Venerate their Vulnerabilities for Venturesome

And Voice their Vision~


Sat Nam

Teaching Children in India

Thank you, India

for teaching me how to feel in my bones

the truth of my purpose

and my presence

here and now…

DSC02936 - Copy…How to build on my prana, on my vitality behind my communication….


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…How to refine my


so it is effective and precise…


…That I don’t necessarily need to speak the language,

{or even use words}

to share steadiness, compassion and connection..



…I do need to do the {yoga} work beforehand to intuitively tap into the  children’s NEEDS…..


and collaborate more and more and more with other like-minded individuals. Through what Yogi Bhajan has called the collective pool of intelligence……


Because wherever passion and inspiration flows, connecting with  others creates an even  greater flow…


and breathing

and chanting

and laughing

and moving together

is Universal…

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…And moving through the pairs of opposites without struggle or being affected by them is the universal teaching…


… We need to receive in order to hold space…

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Love is a creative force within us that makes the impossible, possible.

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May we love deeply both which feels like hurt,

and that which feels like nourishment.

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 I bow to the subtle and not so subtle, {more like intense}, teachers inside and outside…


…especially this one….

IMG_8836…who taught us

NOT to feel sorry for someone,

it’s diminishing and never helps.

Turn that energy into prayer.

Think, “How can I serve them?”

Instead of feeling sorry for yourself feeling sorry for them.

Serve them.


May we  remember that LOVE is a creative force in EVERY human being.


Thank you, Somer, Katia, and Kasia for teaching with me.

 Thank you, Somer for capturing the beautiful experience with your camera.

Thank you, India for your Grace.

Sat Nam

Yoga By Letter: U


In U Out U

Yoga with the U

Unbounded, Unlimited, Unfurling

In U In


In U Out U

Yoga with the U

Unnecessary, Uptight, Unhappy

Out U Out

In U Out U

Yoga with the U

Universal, United, Unique

In U In


May all children ultimately understand unconditional love, how to unblock and unstick useless energy, and how to uplift themselves and others….


*This video of Lillian, almost certified grounded 2nd grader, was taken a few weeks ago after she earned her Indigo bandana in her Quest For Elevation. She also wrote a visualization which I will share during Letter Z….

Thank you Lillian for uplifting us with your Truth.

Yoga By Letter: T


In T Out T

Yoga with the T

True, Trust, Tune

In T In


In T out T

Yoga with the T

Tired, Trash, tension,

Out T Out


In T Out T

Yoga with the T

Turning, Twisting, Teaching

In T In


In T Out T

Yoga with the T

Terrible, Tension, Toxins

Out T Out


May Teenies to teens tune in to the truth of their inner teacher~

Sat Nam

Seeing the Good: On Becoming a Teacher


Overcoming Fear Leads to Joy

Today I want to share about my work of becoming a children’s yoga teacher—because I’m starting to realize that I am here now. I am doing it. It’s happening!

I could write about outdoor Pre-Grounded yoga that works, why you should teach professional development yoga for pre-school teachers, sweet family classes on Saturday afternoons with mamas and daughters holding hands in Savasana, weaving in story, how to overcome the naysayers and teach 0-3, how to rock a library story time—the few sweet successes I’ve experienced so far. This is what you would expect me to write about—Amanda Hendricks, M.A., Ashtangi grant writer, almost Certified Grounded Teacher.

But I want to write about my work—the discomforts of becoming a children’s yoga teacher. Discomforts, lessons, and growing pains—the real highlights of my first year teaching children’s yoga. I don’t want to forget them. I want to remember the discomfort I felt when:

  • I showed up to teach my family series week after week even when no families came because it was the wrong month and the wrong time, or no one wanted to come, or who knows why;
  • Over 20 kids showed up to my summer camp and I didn’t have enough mats for all of them, but I let them come in anyway;
  • A boy wanted to draw weapons for his “what makes my heart melt” art project and I got flustered and really didn’t know what to say but let him draw it anyway;
  • I emptied my living room on Wednesdays to teach my friends’ children;
  • I was struggling to find my authenticity and wasn’t sure how to find it;
  • Kids hit each other before Savasana, argued with each other during Savasana, and I wasn’t sure what to do; and then, one day, finally….
  • I came home from a class NOT thinking, “Amanda, you shouldn’t have let that happen today, you should have known what to say to help them focus.” But, instead, my heart said, “Yes! Amanda, you have more work to do now! Thank goodness.”
Yoga In the Living Room

Yoga In the Living Room

The little moments. The growing pains of being a new teacher—the growing pains of opening to something new. Because even opening to something new and wonderful, like my dream of teaching yoga to children that started on the seaside in Kerala many years ago, can still be hard. It must be hard. All the best things are.

Even meant-to-be-things take hard work and dedication to grow and blossom. Even though I’ve found my path, the journey is still challenging. It is hard work to stay inspired and dedicated—to trek back to Staples, 4-year-old in tow, and print more flyers. To change, flow, and adapt when you are trying a new teaching environment, or when something that was working suddenly stops working. Will I get discouraged? Maybe. Will I quit? Never. I’m here now. This is my heart. And I have my own Ashtanga practice to thank for that—the poses that I want to run from or skip…but my teacher says, “No take Garbha Pindasana again.” Again! Ah! Yes, again. Take it again. And don’t forget to breathe.


If you are a new teacher, alone in a city with not enough Grounded teachers like me—yes please Philadelphia needs you! Listen to your heart. Listen to the part of you that knows this is the way. It is whispering and sometimes it is yelling. Sometimes it gets tired and shuts up, but it’s still there. I cannot remove Garbha Pindasana from the Primary Series of Ashtanga Yoga. I would like to, but I cannot. It is there to teach me something and so are the challenges and mistakes of the early days of teaching—and all the days of teaching for that matter. I am trying on my training and making it my own. This work needs to be done—and the work of beginnings isn’t easy for people like me who like to get it right every time, especially the first time. This is humbling, empowering work. It is all at once perfectly comfortable and intensely uncomfortable. You cannot circumnavigate errors and pitfalls. We need those imperfections to make us better and to make our classes the vibrant, emanating works of folk art that they are. We need to mess up. We need to do poses we don’t like. That’s how we learn. That’s how children learn.

This is what I wrote on my self-reflection forms, to remind myself that it’s okay to make mistakes. After listing 5 things I am grateful for about the class, I list the dreaded mistake and what I hope to learn from it. And then I read my reminder.

Every class is handmade like a quilt. When it is handmade it is filled with love. “Mistakes” make it handmade—mechanical perfection erases love. Leave the love in. Love your “mistakes.” They are the crooked stitch—the chance to show your humanness—the chance to grow and practice gratitude—the part that says “a loving, living, breathing person made this class for you.” Let your classes be handmade, homemade works of folk art. Nervous means you care. Be gentle with yourself. Think about your hands in Chataranga Dandasana. Breathe. Ground them down into the earth. You are Worthy of Love!


Actually, that is what my name means in Latin. Amanda—worthy of love. I remind myself this every day. I am worthy of my practice and I am worthy of the title of teacher.

Here is my prayer for my journey:

May I always have something to learn.

May there always be work to be done.

May I always care as deeply as I do now.

May I always have something to give.

Suggested reading: It’s Okay to Make Mistakes by Todd Parr

Suggested listening: Just Because it’s Different Doesn’t Mean it’s Scary by Yo Gabba Gabba! Don’t Ever Give Up by Moona Loona


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