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enlighted action retreat

stability, coherence + awareness in challenging times

Menla Mountain Retreat

Thursday, June 15 - Sunday June 18, 2017

Menla Mountain Retreat Center, Phoenicia, NY

 

Following in the footsteps of great spiritual activists, we will learn how to harmonize and empower our inner world, while we work to save the one outside of us.

Annie and Aaron will teach you how to access tools for bringing your energy body back into alignment, removing blockages, building fresh life force where it has been depleted, and channeling empowered energy toward your most passionate causes.

In addition to vigorous vinyasa, yin, meditation, breath work, community work and ceremony, we will have plenty of quiet time to peacefully soak in the greatest healer of all–Mother Nature. 

 

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CONTACT:
Amber Hallinan
registration@menla.org
845-688-6897 EXT 7507

 

Annie and Aaron are known for creating classes that feel freeing and fun, yet are based in deep understanding of classical energy systems; for their ability to draw the transcendent down into the funky stuff of real life; and for doing it all with lots of humor and a fabulous soundtrack. If you want more information about Annie, find her at annipiper.com and treat yourself to one of her amazing classes!

 

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Thursday June 15th

3-8pm | Check-In

6-7pm | Dinner

7:30pm | Grounding Practice

 

Friday June 16th

7am | Meditation

8-9am | Breakfast

10am-12pm | Vigorous Vinyasa

12-1pm | Lunch

1-4pm | Free Afternoon

4-6pm | Slow Down Practice

6-7pm | Dinner

7pm | Satsang

 

Saturday June 17th

7am | Meditation

8-9am | Breakfast

10am-12pm | Vigorous Vinyasa

12-1pm | Lunch

1-4pm | Free Afternoon

4-6pm | Slow Down Practice

6-7pm | Dinner

7pm | Satsang

 

Sunday June 18th

7am| Meditation

8-9am | Breakfast

9am-11am | Closing Practice

11am-1pm | Check-Out


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<<< SEEING CLEAREST TRUTH: Workshop on the Sixth Chakra >>>

3-5-2017 THIS SUNDAY! 2-4:30PM

Expect to leave the THIRD EYE workshop ENERGIZED + LUCID + INTEGRATED + INSPIRED!

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In these workshops I will present information about the chakras from accredited sources ancient and modern.

But most importantly I will give you tools for going inward so that you can develop your own relationship with these energy centers, and gather wisdom from most transformational teacher of all--your own experience.



PART THREE OF MY FOUR PART SERIES ON THE BRAMHA VIHARAS

published in Yoke Quarterly Journal, December, 2015

Watching my old college friend wildly succeed was once challenging for me. Now, not so much.

Watching my old college friend wildly succeed was once challenging for me. Now, not so much.

Anne Hathaway has been smiling at me from screens and pages for all of my adult life. But I didn't know true and lasting joy until I the day I started smiling back.

When I went to college with the famous actress, "posting" something meant taking a piece of paper in your hand and pinning it to a literal wall with a thumb tack. Then we called her Annie and she wasn't quite as famous. They posted casting notices for a semester's worth of student-produced theater on a single Saturday, around midnight. No actor who had auditioned would go to bed before making the late night pilgrimage to the Student Center, each carrying a silent prayer that she might read her own name on that wall, that she might receive that unmistakable blessing from her peers, that singular opportunity to do a thing none of us could do alone: to collaborate on a play. 

A student production meant hours and hours and hours of hard work--studying, memorizing, researching, rehearsing, ripping away the layers of oneself to find something real and fresh--not for school credit or money, of course, but for the possibility of a deep experience, wide exposure and, oh holy glory, for the praise. Even though it meant scant sleep and minimal socializing, I was proud of my decision to become a Philosophy major and maintain my devotion to theater on the side. I was proud of my decision to go to a Liberal Arts college instead of a performance conservatory, even though many people were surprised or disappointed by the choice. I rarely experienced jealousy back then. My life was rich and full and challenging and engaging and I trusted completely that I was in the right place at the right time.

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PART TWO OF MY FOUR PART SERIES ON THE BRAMHA VIHARAS

published in Yoke Quarterly Journal, August, 2015

Aaron handing Lindsay her cat, Chicken during one of their sessions together in the Bronx

Aaron handing Lindsay her cat, Chicken during one of their sessions together in the Bronx

THE four flavors of love part II: compassion and dissolving false walls

Something was terribly wrong, but no one could figure out what. For several weeks, my friend Lindsay had been suffering from twitches, tremors, spasms and shocks of pain in her legs, arms and hands. Sometimes, she had trouble manipulating her fingers. As a professional puppeteer, performer, sculptor, painter and masseuse, mobility and dexterity were not optional. She wasted no time in seeking the help of specialists, hoping that someone could fix the problem and get her back to her work, her art, her vibrant and full 31-year-old life.

By the end of the summer, the muscular discomfort and dysfunction had worsened and spread to other parts of her body, and all sense of hope began to wane. The doctors and healers had exhausted all other possibilities before announcing a diagnosis that no one wanted to hear: ALS, or amyotrophic laterals sclerosis, a progressively degenerative disease that ultimately affects a person's ability to move, speak, eat, or even breathe. This diagnosis presented the picture of a future far different than the one that this wise, adventurous, independent, fiery, kinesthetic, strong-willed, generous and wildly creative woman had envisioned for herself. It came with the suggestion that a violent and mysterious guest was living inside Lindsay’s body, attacking her motor neurons and causing those pains and tremors and disability. With an average life expectancy of 3-5 years after diagnosis and without a known cure, Lindsay would eventually be left with reduced muscle control, muscle mass, vitality and independence, day by day. Just as her peers would be breathing life into careers, partnerships, children of their own, she would no longer be able to take the breath of life into her own lungs.

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MINDFUL dinner of doubts

published on Five Tattvas blog, June 2015

The idea that the dinner be silent was not mine. In the darkest moments of the meal, when it felt like time couldn't go slower, I kept thinking this: it was the owner of the holistic cafe hosting the event who conceived it. The owner who had something come up and couldn't stay for the most excruciatingly awkward dinner of my life. 

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part one of four part series on bramha viharas

published in Yoke Quarterly Journal, November 2014

THE FOUR FLAVORS OF LOVE, PART I: FINDING BALANCE AND FRIENDSHIP WHEN THE WORLD LOOKS CROOKED

Most people’s earliest memories seem to be of traumatic or thrilling experiences.  My first memories are of theories.  I remember taking what I “knew” about the world and combining it with my own little-person logic to concoct living theories.  As a 4-year-old, balance seemed like a given, a quality woven inherently into the fabric of the universe.  And one of my earliest memories is of one theory that helped me cope with an imbalance that I perceived in my world: that some people were beautiful and some people were not. 

My solution?  I figured that everyone must take turns—each person gets to be beautiful either for childhood or adulthood.  Little girls who were pretty lost their looks as they became young women.  And little girls who were not lauded for their beauty would get a chance at being beautiful as adults.  As a little girl who was often told that I was beautiful by my adult family members, I thought, I will be an un-beauttiful woman one day, and I accepted that completely.  I was happy to have my turn as a kid.  With no basis at all for any single point of my theory, it felt good to make sense of the world.  To bring everything into balance, even if it was in my own mind.

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