th0PFC1I9WWe sometimes think of Yoga as a quiet, drawn with-in session with a group of people. Or sitting on a Mesa overlooking a delicious vista and just bust into an OHM letting it echo to the mountains. Love love love this!

Please know that Yoga can be very sensual. It can be part of your healing. Maybe you were so religious that you wouldn’t let yourself be sensual because you felt you were being led by the devil, even in your marriage bed.
Maybe you were raped and you are now engaging in different modalities to restore your sexy soul.
Maybe you’ve raised kids, and you have grandchildren running about. You’ve become complacent , running on autopilot.

Give yourself an evening of sensual Yoga, alone. Restore yourself, feel sexy, feel happy. Find some sexy music. Even if you don’t have a lover….let your sensual energy flow and it will begin to surface flowing all around you. Giving you feelings of well being.

Whether you are young or older, Bring your luscious Woman/Man spirit back to your beating heart.
It may take months or weeks, but each day you build a new energy, the energies will then flow and swirl around you like a symphony.

FOOD….can be so sensual. Healthy luscious food.
Here are a few sexy foods.
Spring rolls
Quinoa spaghetti with olive oil and tomato
Bananas and cream
Fresh peaches
A bottle of wine, sip it from the bottle and see what your mouth does?
My favorite naughty food that I have been searching for lately….Cannoli!

I used to be afraid of sexual pleasure. My responsibilities and type A personality drove those desires to the back burner. Be sensual as you move around your kitchen. Be picky who you invite over. This is your healing, your trail to blaze, your time!

You never know where it will go, especially when you feed yourself and the lover/s you dance with, a healthy spirit, healthy boundaries, healthy sexy foods, healthy Yoga body movements. Listen to your rhythm, listen even in the deep darkness of 2am. You are healing you.

The people that you let into your healthy circle will only be blessed by your nurturing Yogic, sensual arms.

Start with your local Yoga class and know that your adventure is just beginning.


Sensual Yoga and Food

Sweet Nothings


Sweet Nothings are the words or things that you share, that can rest on the lips and mind, letting them melt inside and away. They are good, beautiful, precious and yet, you let them fly away like the breeze. They will always come back, sometimes just kissing the face and other times they will be heavy all over as you bask in them. Sweet Nothings.

From the Bones to the Surface of the Skin


esqueleto-movimento-1[1]There are times when we are breaking a sweat while in our 12th Adho Mukha Svanasana or you may be restoring in Shavasana , something comes to the surface.

Some of the conversations that flashes through us are things like ” deal with this later, let’s get through the class” or “This isn’t really an emotion, it is just a feeling or a memory, it will go away”.  This is, and I say this with experience, “burying it deeper”.
The Mind The Body The Spirit are so involved with one another. Our senses hear words that bring up buried stuff, muscle memory, the breath, etc.
So for the love of self survival and personal cleansing, here is a tool for you to use, if this should come up.

While in an asana, feeling an emotion that releases from the bones to the surface of the skin, your heart is pumping, maybe some anxiety as you inwardly behold it. Imagine it is seeping out of you, through your sweat. Don’t work at the emotion just let it drip out of the pores and out of your breath.

If the emotion takes you over, you can do one of two things here. 1. Get into Balasana and just let the tears flow, jerking them back into the flesh will create a heavier wall. (A loving true Yoga studio will let you be) 2. Quietly gather your things and find a quiet place (bathroom, changing area or even your car) and let your skin and breath release.
Once you get home, sit quietly alone. Sit with your experience. Brush your skin with your hands from head to toe, whisk off any residue of release. Take a shower, lightly apply an essential oil that will calm the skin and pores (lavender, vanilla or other calming blend).

Please note, emotional memories stored, PTSD (whether from war, rape, prison, death, family physical-emotional abuse, drug alcohol violence, environmental, civil abuse and types beyond) , real time transitions, relationship issues, self love healing and beyond…..this is a process. You may release part of the flow today and more will follow. You may release most of it today and then a trickle effect. Your body is very powerful. Listen to it with your mind and spirit.

As you become more in-tune with Yoga and Release/Restoration/Recovery your internal strength and power will be a blessing in your life.


Healing the Healer Yoga


Innovative Health Center

1306 Indian Wells Rd

Alamogordo, NM 88310

Every third Thursday of the month 6:00pm

July 17th class will be focused on Shoulders, back, chest along with balance & posture.


April is one of the founding Mothers of Innovative Health.

She is a Certified Yoga Instructor through FiTour and will
be taking her 200hr RYT beginning in November 2014 at the Blue Lotus Yoga Studio
in Ruidoso, NM.

April has studied with Alex Carilli, Certified BKS Iyengar Yoga Instructor, and owner of Instant Karma. April was a student teacher of Intant Karma at the Alamogordo studio, which has since closed. Alex Carilli is concentrating deeply on her studio in Cloudcroft. When tripping up in Cloudcroft, find your way into Instant Karma- Organic juice bar, Yoga Studio, organic produce, eco friendly clothing and more! Alex also has men’s Yoga classes. www.getinstantkarma.com

Healers and all:

When you step on to your mat, you may feel like you are on top of the world,you may be shattered inside, torn to the bone with emotion, you may be like a rock star, your ego might be out of control, your humble spirit may be soring, you might be overwhelmed with happiness and joy! or you just might be moving through a surgery, a war, a lover, transition, grooving-on in your travels, suffering, dancing inside of your heart…………………What ever it is, let it be. Let the body talk to the mind and spirit.

Let your breath be, get acquainted with yourself.

Evidence of Karma


Let’s go back in time about 8/9 years ago (give or take) in Tularosa, NM, at the Tulie Creek at the Bunkhouse.

I held a Community Ed workshop, outdoors and it was wild and dreamy and intrepid. Raw materials of copper wire, mesquite stumps, shells from Maine, glass beads, trinkets and morsels of reclaimed items. Hammering in two big heavy nail stakes into the mesquite stump, wrapping wire and forming it into a face, the students/partcipants would create whatever came to them. One woman in particular caught my attention, she expressed that she was making this for a friend of hers, whom had breast cancer. Touched by this, I watched her make this amazing formation of shells and beads and then what really caught my heart was an old couch spring that she used to portray the waves of radiation. 5 women attended this beautiful innocent and memorable workshop. I felt honored to share this space with them.

Now…in the present. I was invited to a home, close by here in Alamogordo. A wonderful space with abundant creativity, glass of wine in hand, nodding and listening to this person as they explained different pieces of art, I glanced passed some of the dominating pieces and saw a mesquite stump with a wire face donned with beads and shells. The person explaining the art shared that this was given to his wife as a gift while she was undergoing Chemo Therapy. He continued talking about other art, his voice became like an echo that droned on and on. I was looking at a gift that was made for someone who was struggling for their life, I was looking at a piece of art that a woman made for another woman, I was looking at a piece of art that brewed from my dreams and shared with others so that they could express how they feel! As the tour continued, I could not get this out of my mind, As the evening progressed I kept pushing it to the side to concentrate. 

A simple reunion with a material thing? Was I meant to see this piece at that very moment? Why was I meant to see this?

The next morning I drove for nearly 4 hours to Cedar Crest, NM to pick up a painting. During this trip I heaved with tears, as they flowed down my face and neck.

Reflecting back to the previous evening to this person whom had invited me to their home and how I was totally engulfed in this piece of art that showed itself to me, calling out to me, like a message of sorts. See me! Here I am. I am loved, I am grounded and I am OK. This woman whom I had never met? she became heavy in my heart….I wept and wept and wept. Sobbing like a child and yet feeling so connected at the same time? Beautiful, strong and intense…..I let this wave of pain, release and celebration vibrate through me until it became a lovely hum, like an Ohm.

If that is the only reason why the universe invited me to that space, for the evidence of Karma, not coincidence.

I was shaken to the core.

The eyes of my heart were open to see this.

Thank you, Universe, Great Spirit, Great Mystery.

April 2014 Southern New Mexico Yoga Hike


April 19th, 2014 marks our second annual structured hike to Bridal Falls in Tularosa, New Mexico. We will be incorporating “Yoga” into this hike.  This is a beautiful hike with vistas of the White Sands and the Tularosa Basin, Bridal Falls – water fall, desert beauty and fresh spring air. Some areas are strenuous and some areas are easy. There will be a Yoga Session on “Ship Mesa” and a free time to explore the BLM area, photography, meditation and etc.

  • Meet at Lowes Grocery Store in Tularosa, NM 88352  at 8:00am, carpool from there.

  • Wear sturdy sneakers or boots for hiking.

  • Bring your Yoga Mat, some will be available if you forget.

  • Bring your day pack with, sun screen, sun glasses, hat, bandana and water.

  • Bring a camping chair, to lounge by the river after the hike!

  •             This hike is not designed for young children.
  • Dog friendly, you are responsible for your doggie.

  • A light lunch will be served after the hike, at the camp.

  • For further information, call April Cray Rhodes  575-430-5116

  • More info will be posted as time approaches.

  • Feel free to follow this blog for up-dates.


Mr. Ron


Growing up in the 50’s and 60’s in suburbia Watertown, Connecticut. My father (Let’s call him Mr. Ron) was the Chief, Cook and Bottle Washer. He experimented with all sorts of foods in his domain, known as the kitchen. My mother was only allowed in the domain on Sunday evenings when she made us white macaroni with ketchup, butter and salt & pepper(which I still use as a comfort food now and then). We were his captive taste testers. We became his scouts and working crew on overnight camping trips, showshoeing lessons and crossing rivers, hiking in ravines and cooking over a fire at lean-to’s on portions of the AT. He bought a Catamaran so that we could all experience sailing on New England regional lakes and the eastern seaboard, whether we liked it or not.

He would create a ruckus of a noise in the neighborhood when it was time for us-kids “little bastards” (That was Mr.Ron’s name for us). He would take a metal spoon and a big soup pot and clang-clang-clang like a dinner bell for us skinny wild kids to run home ravished with hunger. We had to eat everything on our plate…because kids are starving in other countries and since he worked his ass off making the food, it was do or die. At times we would sit for hours pecking away until the plate was clean. This usually was an event during “liver, onions and lemon -night” or some sort of “Fish fiesta” he wanted to try out on us. “Chop-Chop…Malicapi Chow Chow!” he would yell at us. Hurry up and eat!!! Sometimes he would yell in German “Mach Shnell” you little bastards!

Saturday mornings were for work. After work, you can watch TV. Chores, refold your clothes, move the furniture and sweep, rake, shovel snow. Colored TV came into our home when I was 9. So I worked really hard and fast to get shit done, so I could be mesmerized by the colored TV.

From time to time, sales people would knock on our door. Mr. Ron’s favorite, was the McCormick spice representatives. As a young girl I would sit at the table and watch the interaction of Mr. Ron and the McCormmick sales rep mauling over the variety of colors and aromas of spices. Mr. Ron had a wooden spice box with little drawers that he would neatly keep his spices in. I would always admire it from afar.

As we, kids/ “little bastards” were not allowed to “toy” with his stuff. Somehow, I would still be able to waft in the aromas, as my Mr. Ron stomped around the kitchen, yelling & screaming, while pots were clanking and boiling on top of the “avocado/yellow green” electric stove. Mr. Ron always had three big glass jars on the counter at all times. Each filled with olive oil, from Cavallo’s store in “Little Italy” in Oakville, Connecticut just down the street from our house. Within the olive oil jars; were meticulously peeled garlic bulbs in the first, thinly sliced onions in the second and thinly sliced green bell pepper in the third. These jewels were part of our lunches. He would make “Italian grinders” for our sandwiches, while other kids had PB&J. I can remember trading my grinder for a PB&J (we didn’t get to eat that very much, unless we were at camp, where Mr. Ron was the Chef, of course he would make homemade PB, that he called “cement” which was a hit with Camp Claire, in Hamburg Connecticut).

Cavallo’s was a great field trip for my bothers and I. Mr. Ron would make a shopping list for us to follow to the T! If we didn’t get what he wanted on the list…we had better give the answer quick…. Yup, an ass whipping was in order. As soon as we “little bastards” got half way down the street with Mr. Ron’s list, one of us would very carefully write the word “Pal Mal” adding it to the list. Yes, during those days kids could buy smokes anywhere. We would race our bikes back home, sweaty and dirty and running into the house with the “perfect ingredients” on the list for Mr. Ron, waiting for his approval and then run to the “cannibal island” that we created at the pond, across the river from our backyard. That is where we smoked our cigarettes and made our plans for everything in the world that we wanted to do in our skinny, sweaty kid lives.