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I have crafted this space
​with one Mission in mind...​

So that you may have A place to land.  
To rest.  To gather.  
To fill your cup.
And step out once more on your way.  

What Magic & Medicine I've been handed:::
*The Yoga-ing
in a sweet, fun, sacred,
​couldn't-really-care-less-about-your-perfect-handstand sorta' way.


*The Words
because there is power in claiming and naming our history.    ​In summoning the futures we've yet to write..
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*The Rituals
where the Sacred meets the Everyday.


*The Circles
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 - small & large, virtual and face-to-face
- where we practice Showing up ​- to Share deeply,
​Dream big & Step boldly
​into our own
Holy Realm of Yes.

​My name is Amy Day.

I am a cartwheel-wielding, Sanskrit & ukulele-lovin', coffee & champagne-drinkin', curse words & prayer-slinging Yogini who cares very little about the current status of your crow pose. 

​​I want to help you translate the tools found on the mat - and transport them into the fabric of your everyday LifE.
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I want unearth the SacRed TerriToRy you possess down in your bOnes, your very CeLLs - something you can drop on into when there's no Sticky Mat in sight.  

I wanna' mine the hoNeY swimming' in your veins with a gentle wooden spoon - Because -
                         
​ It's There.

Just no one's shown you how to TaP that yet.

I'm a Yoga Teacher...A mama… A wife… A writer…  Certified herbalist…
( & a former theatre dork, as well…)

I am the daughter of layman teachers, artists & healers.
As a child, I remember my mother’s parents taking us for long weekends.  My grandmother would let us pour through magazines and catalogs and make requests of her.  She would turn our whimsical desires into handcrafted, watercolor paper dolls (some of which I have to this day), elaborate, custom-house designs (she drafted the plans for the last 8 or so homes they lived in - and he built them.  A story for a different day. )
After she tired of that, he would take us into his beautiful, book-temple of a study and sit us down for a multi-point presentation on photosynthesis or refractive light.
We would return home to our parents a bit dazed and better for the experience.
In my own home, there was always music.
My mother would wake us early to the sounds of her fingers praying deep into the mala of her baby grand… the incense of sonatas, etudes & marches swirling above us as we ate our cereal, made our beds, brushed our teeth, fed the dog.
My father, a physician, would patiently receive late-night phone calls and neighborly inquiries for free medical advice or help.
This was the stew in which I was steeped.

Why Do I Mention this, You Ask?

Because context matters.

And the story we pluck from the detritus of our existence says something about What We’ve Chosen to Take With Us.
What We Wield and Carry Through this World…
And it speaks to the Person we are moving toward Becoming.
Who We are and What we Aspire to, as well.
It speaks to our Lineage - those parts of ourself we’ve reckoned with what we’ve left behind - and what we lead with Moving Forth.
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I come from a long line of Artists, Teachers & Healers...

These are the codes that I carry.
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These are my bloodline, my credo, & my offering to the larger world.
*My practices have taught me how to go into the place that aches... and listen to it Speak.
My tools have not eradicated the challenges of Living - but rather equipped me to show up Inside of them.  

Wobbly.  Brave. Whole.
My path is not a linear one - nor, as I imagine, is yours.
It is always unfolding.
I do not want to show you how to transcend this one wild, messy, heart-stomping (but also Opening!!) ride.
I want to share with you the tools & tributaries I've found to help you step more deeply Into It.  

To Be with What IS.

To allow you to Honor & Embrace the Path before you (& the luscious, juicy, gnarly bits inside You too!)
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I want to help you re-remember Who You Are - inside this one, precious Life.  
And see you Dance into that next Iteration that awaits you on this Path.*
Sound Good???
Let's See How We Can Come Together...
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