An Introduction to Guest Blogger Louisa Pucci

I remember the first time Louisa attended one of my Restorative classes. Her and her best friend Lisa, were so cozy, bundled up in their blankets as I moved them through each asana, inhaling pure essential oils, while blissing out to one of my folk/blues mixes; they were so giddy after class they didn’t quite know what to do with themselves! Since then, Louisa and Lisa rarely miss a class! I am so proud to say that Louisa has completed her teacher training at Yoga Space and of course, I consider them both friends. As you will find out, Louisa has such an interesting background and I thought you would all thoroughly enjoy reading her story! Have an amazing weekend!

xoxo Jess

So True.

“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”

~Elizabeth Kubler Ross

I believe this quote to be true. The people I admire, the ones who inspire me, have all had things to overcome. I get inspired because they were brave enough to bare all, their naked souls, which only empowers me to be brave too. They have shared their true selves, and no matter how ugly the truth is, what I see is beauty.

xo Jess


Mama I’m Gonna Be A Star

My mother told me that a few months after I had been born she had taken me to see a palm reader. He said that I would be a ballerina or an actress. Which only made sense because after all, I was named after a famous ballerina. It was 1982 and I was four years old, that December my parents surprised me with tickets to The Nutcracker! I still remember it as being one of the most magical moments I experienced as a child. From the costumes, to the music, and the way the dancers moved. They came to life, making their characters a reality through self-expression; it all seemed like a fairytale dream.

Shortly after seeing the ballet I declared that the palm reader was right, the stage was indeed where I belonged! So my mother registered me for tap dance classes and I tapped away all year long!

I also took it upon myself to start choreographing dance numbers to the entire length of a feature film in the basement of my house. My poor little brother was my only sidekick. His participation unfortunately, wasn’t an option; it was mandatory. Sometimes I allowed my best friend from across the street to join in, but it was best if I did it solo allowing my creative genius to fly!

It was the end of the year and the dance school I attended always had an end of the year performance. I was ready to make my stage debut! My hair was curled to perfection with a satin silver blue ribbon bow. My makeup included several hues of blue for my eyes, and pink blush, along with matching cherry pink lipstick! My costume was baby blue chiffon with the same satin silver blue ribbon as an accent! I was beautiful…!

The show had begun and it was almost my dance troupes’ turn to go on. They began lining all of us up, wishing us good luck, and before I knew it they were pushing us out on to the stage! Our music started and I shuffled my heart away! We were amazing! I told all of my friends how great I had been and my mom always shook her head smiling but never said anything, until a few years later.

She was laughing and said, ‘I’m sorry Jessie, but I have to tell you the truth. You didn’t perform the tap dance routine. You came out on to the stage and pushed some of the other girls around until you found the spotlight. You then stood there for the remainder of the performance picking your nose.’

I denied it. I told her she was lying even though I knew she wasn’t. My mom responded with, ‘ well darling, you were adorable, and you’ve always been one of those unique and wonderfully creative kids.’ I had to agree. I wasn’t actually upset about my mother’s reveal of the truth, I oddly felt proud of myself.

Years later, I still laugh my head off, trying to picture myself at four years old standing under the bright lights on stage all dolled up picking my nose.

I am in awe of how present I was. I didn’t edit my self, I simply was (Not that I condone public nose picking, but I think you get my point).  Too often we are caught up in an idea of what is right. Whether it’s in regards to how we look or how we approach a situation, learn a new skill, or engage in an activity.

Children don’t edit. They are completely free, and not only do we admire them for it, we spend hours watching them do it. They are also a great reminder that there is no right, and there is no wrong. There is you, the bright beautiful authentic you. Instead of trying to get everything right all of the time; maybe it’s time to get some things wrong. Remember that your way, is the way.

Written By

Jessica Hinkson


Day in and day out life is busy, and like everyone else I have responsibilities to uphold. I have a job or rather jobs, relationships to nurture, bills to pay, the list goes on and on!  The promises that I have made to myself repeatedly, such as; taking a moment for myself to have a cup of my favorite tea, meditating, getting on my mat for thirty minutes, or reading a chapter from my new novel seems to always get shoved aside.

I know for myself that by the end of the day I am going through the motions trying to get everything done on my list that I still haven’t gotten done. I am so busy with being busy so, how do I find a moment to honor myself daily if I don’t have time to get on my mat and meditate?

Every night before I go to sleep, I engage in a breath exercise that I start every yoga class with. This exercise takes ten minutes and allows the great machine, my mind, to slow down allowing my breath to return back down in to my pelvis. As I begin to relax and the breath deepens, the areas of my body that have been blocked begin to open; movement begins to occur. This allows the blocked energy to break down, and pump fresh blood through to my internal organs, which allows them to receive a gentle massage. It also allows me to prepare for a deep sleep, which is the best way to get myself set up for the next day; alert and restored.

The Exercise:

First and foremost find a comfortable position for yourself, whether you are lying down, sitting, or in a restorative posture. My two favorite ways to do this exercise are either: lying down in Savasana (see image below) or with your legs pressed up against the wall with or without a bolster (see image below). Place a comfortable pillow underneath your head for support. From there, place your hands on your lower belly, palms facing down, and simply begin to witness each inhale and exhale. Like a passenger on a train noticing the scenery outside and the people on the train. Begin to witness what is going on in your body and mind from moment to moment. Once you have taken twenty breaths begin to inhale through your nose for a count of four, pause, and exhale through your mouth for a count of four. Repeat this sequence ten times. If you need to take a break, yawn, stick out your tongue to release your jaw, whatever, simply come back to the exercise when you are ready.

When you complete the exercise you will either be drooling and comatose or you will feel a deep sense of contentment, open and ready to move forward with your day.

Happy Bliss Yogi’s!


Jessica Hinkson