Introducing Guest Blogger, Kate Drummond!

Deer Encountering the deer in the wild, our breath catches – we are transfixed by their graceful features and delicate movements. The tender beauty of these beasts has not gone unnoticed by our ancestors. The deer is linked to the arts, specifically poetry and music in ancient Celtic animal lore due to its graceful form. Both Celts and Native Americans observed the deer to be savvy when it came to finding the best herbs. These earth-bound peoples would follow the deer to prime herb patches – many of which proved to be highly beneficial in their medicinal purposes.

Just as the deer has an uncanny sense of where to find the green freshness earth provides, we can ask the deer within ourselves to seek out our inner treasures. In meditation or day dream, go on a spiritual hike with the deer. See yourself walking in the woods with the deer leading you into amazing depths within your soul. Each step you and the deer take will lead you deeper into your spiritual knowing, and to limitless treasure within.

The deer (particularly the doe, females) has the capacity for infinite generosity. Their heart rhythms pulse in soft waves of kindness. Match that graciousness by offering your trust to her. She will reward you by leading you to the most powerful spiritual medicine you can fathom.

In China the deer is a symbol of happiness and good fortune. Indeed, its name in Chinese is a homonym for the word abundance.

Why have I provided you with animal symbolism about a deer? Well, try and be open to it as you dive in to reading From Yoga To High Heels new guest blogger Kate Drummond’s story, Be The Leading Lady of Your Life. Trust me, it will all make sense as you head into this spiritual journey.

Happy Day!

Jessica Hinkson

Happy 100!

Today marks From Yoga To High Heels 100th post! Jessica Hinkson and Robert Clarke take you on a mini voyage of a simple improvisation exercise. Storytelling. It’s wrong. It’s weird, but it’s the right kind of freaky. If you are wondering if we were under the influence of anything other than our wacky selves, the answer is no my friends. This is us as we are. Have fun! xo Jess


An Introduction

What religion represents for your neighbour is what boxing represents for Muhammad Ali. What acting meant to Audrey Hepburn was what writing symbolized to Sylvia Plath. How Pete Sampras honed his tennis game, Martha Graham did with her graceful precision through her dance career. What a symphony was to Beethoven, a four-inch heel is to Manolo Blahnik. For Martin Scorsese, the dance of creating and directing a film is what acting and yoga is for me. Whether I am on my mat or on screen, I take my mantras, my prayers, my craziness, my drama, my compassion, love, and abundance out in to the world. Sometimes I’m a little too reckless, not to mention klutzy, but I am trying to figure out my life in my own way, I just get sloppy sometimes.

There is a Sanskrit phrase I learned, ‘Tat tvam asi.’ It means pure, free, love. This is what I am working towards, I think we all are. A lot of the time I don’t feel pure, I definitely don’t feel free, and as for love, well, as Pat Benatar said, “Love is a battlefield.” I have had glimpses of stillness, of freedom, and unconditional love but as soon as I realize I’m there, I lose it. I spend so much time trying to figure out how to get back there. So how do we get back there? Given our circumstances, or when love and fear lay as the biggest doubt in our minds?

Maybe life is about the journey but when I’m rocking four-inch stilettos in to an audition and the director tells me to walk in a sexy way I have no idea what he means by that. The truth is today I am feeling bloated from last night’s carb binge, I’m wearing spanx, can barely breathe, and I’d rather cry than think about how to walk sexy for a non-speaking principal role in an independent feature. The alien has invaded my face; I am anything but present.  I begin to move like a slow moving statue and proceed to get my heel caught in the crevice of the hardwood floor ending with me collapsed on the ground. The wonderful performance I did in the privacy of my home turned in to the worst performance of the year by an unknown actress.

The audition obviously a disaster, the silence in the room wouldn’t survive a ninja chop – and my high-pitched laughter after collapsing didn’t help either. As I board the streetcar, feeling hopeless, tears falling, wishing I could go home, lay in fetal position with a glass of red wine and listen to morbid music, I instead have to go teach yoga. I have to be accountable because there are about twenty people depending on me to do so. I begin to question myself wondering how am I going to teach let alone inspire anyone today when I am a such a mess. The predictions that my agent is going to call and drop me is already happening in my head, and the visions that my students are suddenly going to turn on me like they have been infected by the zombie virus are a-plenty.

I’ve got fifteen minutes to pull myself together, mourning my life and career will have to wait until later. Remembering that all I have to give is who I am, and even though I feel everything but those things it is my affirmation, my mantra for the next two hours.
I arrive at the studio, I take a deep breath, and I greet my students. Forcing myself to be present is the only way through this. I take another deep breath, and from there I somehow spew out an unplanned speech.

Somehow, as much as I try to make plans to be perfect in my life, whether by making a gourmet dinner for a friend, or by performing an academy-award winning audition, that perfectly executed plan always goes out the window. I feel like I have failed. Yet, by surprise, that meal I so carefully prepared was the best meal that my friend has ever had. That audition that I thought was so horrific, I ended up booking.

It may not have been my version of perfect, but it’s ‘my’ perfect because it came from my heart. I brought the most important thing in to the room, which is me. Not someone else’s version of me.

Through the ups and downs of the swiveling roads in my mind, with the doubts and fears of my heart, here is, From Yoga to High Heels. You, me, and guest bloggers will be sharing stories about how we find peace and take it with us through the good, the bad, and the ugly. We’re going in to the trenches people, and it’s going to get mucky, but in the end let us hope that we may be as lotus flowers sitting on muddy water.

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Jessica Hinkson