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Odds Are

“Odds are we gonna be alright, odds are we gonna be alright tonight
Sure things go wrong, but I’ll take my chances
Odds are long, so why not play?”
Barenaked Ladies “Odds Are”

A dear friend recently looked me in the eye and said “It’s okay to go, before you know”. Hearing these words, practically knocked the wind out of me, as it was exactly what I needed to hear in that moment – I still need to breathe those words in every day.

I remember being in kindergarten and watching a drowning prevention video before the start of summer that showed the image of someone standing on a cliff over looking the water, about to jump in.  Unknown to the jumper but revealed to the viewer were the dangerous rocks hidden under the surface. That image has always stayed with me. I’m a “look before you leap” kind of girl – and I tend to look again and again and again until I’ve driven myself and everyone around me crazy.  Even when I’ve made sure there are no rocks below the surface, I doubt myself and become too afraid to jump at all.

After years of being asked “Are you staying in California?”, “Are you moving back to Florida?”, to which we  often replied “We don’t know!”, we’ve taken a HUGE leap of faith and are making peace with going before we know.

We have decided to move our family of three to Florida, where Kassidy, now six months, can be closer to her grandparents and cousins.

When we made the decision to go, nothing seemed to make sense – so much was unknown and my world felt completely upside down. In a very short amount of time, we found out that we were pre-approved to buy a house in Florida and sent my parents on a house hunt, not expecting to actually find something we loved enough to buy “sight unseen”. Well, the second home my parents viewed was “the house to beat”. After a virtual tour of the home, we took our biggest leap yet and put an offer in on the house without ever stepping foot in it ourselves. Less than 24 hours later, our offer was accepted and we are now on our way to becoming homeowners in Florida. Go before you know? YUP!

I’m not advising diving into dangerous waters without proper evaluation first. After all, we did our homework on the type of house we wanted and the location we wanted to be in, but knowing when the research is completed, the information gathered, it’s okay to take the leap, even if it doesn’t feel totally safe – sometimes it just needs to be safe enough to test the waters, then dive in!

Odds are we gonna be alright!

Living and teaching yoga for the past 12 years in three different states, never have I encountered such an amazing community as Pleasanton. My heart is filled to the brim just thinking of all the dedicated, passionate and kind students and teachers who have become my dearest friends. These last 7 years, Pleasanton has been our home. The gratitude I have for this community is simply overwhelming. My personal and professional life has truly been changed forever knowing each and everyone one of you.

Much love and gratitude,


P.S  I am continuing my BodyWisdom Coaching business in Florida and would love to work with you over the phone/skype (the beauty of technology is that we can be connected from anywhere!) Let’s get started today with a coaching session. Check out for more info. or reply to this email to set up a session!

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Our Children, Our Future

Our Children, Our Future

“I believe the children are our future
Teach them well and let them lead the way
Show them all the beauty they possess inside
Give them a sense of pride to make it easier
Let the children’s laughter remind us how we used to be”

I have a very vivid memory of me singing along to the lyrics to Whitney Houston’s 1985 hit, “The Greatest Love of All”. In all the times I sang this song, never did I imagine what it would be like to be an adult with a child – a mother holding the future in my hands. But as much as I am her teacher, she is truly mine.  With each new day, she shows me what it is like to see, hear and taste something for the first time, to gaze at black and white outlines as though they are as valuable as Van Gough’s, to smile for seemingly no reason at all, and to sleep despite the chaos in a room.

Most importantly, she has shown me that no child is born with the ability to hate or discriminate another human being based on their religion or the color of their skin. She can only be taught racism, xenophobia, and misogyny. It is our (me and my husband) responsibility to teach her to love and respect herself first, so that she may do the same for others.

They can’t take away my dignity
Because the greatest love of all
Is happening to me
I found the greatest love of all
Inside of me
The greatest love of all
Is easy to achieve
Learning to love yourself
It is the greatest love of all

We love her more than we could possibly imagine and know that our love for her will only continue to grow each and every day. But my husband and I are only one part of her village – you are such a significant part of her village – whether you’ve met her or not.

We ALL owe it to ALL our children, our future, to teach and model dignity, decency and respect; to teach and share equality, love, and kindness; and to stand up, speak up, and march and resist peacefully and thoughtfully. They are our future and their future is in our hands.

Kassidy Lila Mott Jones born on 12/12/16 on 11:51pm. 6 pounds 20 inches.

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Embracing Change

Embracing Change

“The only thing constant is change”…we’ve all heard the cliche.  And while I know that change is inevitable, it is often quite irresistible to fear it, enticing to resist it and tempting to control it.

My husband and I have now lived in Northern California for 6 years. Those that know us know that every year we discuss moving back East to be closer to family. We also discuss committing to staying in California and buying a home. Yet, year after year, I become overwhelmed by the fear of change, resist it and choose to stay put, resigning our rental lease and keep doing what what we’ve done before.

“If ain’t broke, don’t fix it”. I’m realizing more and more this tends to be a life motto for me – why rock the boat when everything is just fine? As I approach 37 weeks of pregnancy, I am noticing more than ever my philosophy to stick to what I now know. “I’ve got this pregnancy thing figured out – I enjoy it, I feel healthy and happy, I am still able to work and play. After 9 months of being pregnant, I’m basically an expert at it – so why change things now? Isn’t there an option to resign my baby’s lease?” Of course, just 9 months ago, I couldn’t imagine being pregnant and yet here I am completely attached to being pregnant and now can’t imagine not being pregnant. How quickly we adapt, adjust and settle in to what once felt so new. Yet, our fear tells us again and again we will never get used to something new and different.

Of course, I am excited to meet my baby girl, but with meeting her comes a whole new world and a really, really big change! One that I can not resist and have absolutely no control over! She is coming whether I am ready or not. I can prepare and plan, rest and clean…or not…either way she is coming on her own time and in her own way. She is in charge, not me.

In a way, this is actually a huge relief. I don’t have decide anything. I have even found myself less and less attached to my due date – she will come when she’s ready, all I need to do is keep breathing and enjoy the precious moments left during my first pregnancy. I choose to let go into the unexpected journey ahead and embrace the change.

Something tells me this might be a very, very helpful lesson in motherhood…

Where does resistance to change show up in your life? When do you feel tempted to control change? How have you embraced change? I would love to hear from you.


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“You’re So Tiny!”

You’re so tiny!
You aren’t even showing!
You’re all baby!
Do you even have to wear maternity clothes yet?
You don’t even look pregnant from behind!

Never has my body felt so on display and such a topic of public discussion as when I announced that I am pregnant. (Oh and if you haven’t heard the news…I am pregnant!)

From announcing my pregnancy at 14 weeks until today at 27 weeks, my body – more specifically my belly – has been evaluated, scrutinized, complimented, questioned and of course – touched.

While the comments above are certainly well-meaning and friendly,  their focus solely on my size. Each one prompting the thought: Is my baby growing okay? Is something wrong if I’m not showing by now? Now that I’m showing, am I too big? Do my clothes fit okay? And WHAT WHAT THE HECK IS GOING TO HAPPEN TO MY BEHIND??

Though there have certainly been some rough days in the last 7 months, overall I am really enjoying being pregnant. The truth is, I feel beautiful, comfortable in my body, and even sexy (at times).  Growing a baby inside of my body is truly miraculous and I do not take it for granted. I cherish each day, love feeling the kicks of my baby, and take on the challenge of finding new ways into a yoga pose.  But when someone comments on the size or shape of my body, it’s like the essence of this miracle inside of me is reduced to my weight, when it is so much more than that.

Perhaps, rather than commenting specifically on a pregnant woman’s body and her belly, you might notice what YOU FEEL when you see her. Longing? Love? Resentment? Noticing what you feel, may help direct your comments in a way that feels genuine, authentic and vulnerable and may fill up mama-to-be with gratitude and appreciation.

Comments that I’ve received that have put me at ease and captured the essence of my pregnancy:

You are beautiful!
You are so adorable/cute!
You look really comfortable in your growing body!
You’re carrying your baby beautifully!

You’re so full of energy!

You look happy and relaxed being pregnant!
You are going to be a great mom!

It is my passion to be the voice of positive body-image and to lead the way toward body-acceptance.  Let us witness the miracle of pregnancy, moving beyond evaluation of size, shape and weight to express our wonder, excitement and joy for the life that grows within.

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Om Shanti, Om Peace

If you have ever been to one of my yoga classes, you have probably heard me repeat the phrase, “Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti, Om Peace, Peace, Peace“.  I must admit, there are days when I repeat these words and it feels like rhetoric, like something that I say out of habit. But, then, there are other days, like the morning after the horrific shooting in Orlando, when I repeat these words at the end of my yoga class, and something deep within me feels their power. The words themselves seem to hold their own vibration, their own energy. When I repeat these words, I am not speaking directly to you or the class in front of me, but to all beings. For a brief, still second, it feels as if these words may touch each individual on this earth.

I am not naïve, I do not believe prayer or meditation, or chanting alone will bring about peace, but I do know that for me, my yoga practice is always a support and beacon of hope in even the darkest times. What I love so dearly about my yoga practice is that it is always in flux, always in transformation to meet me exactly where I am each day.  Some days my practice is quiet and still, other days it is energetic and quick. Some days, I love listening to Motown while I rock  my downward dog, while other days it is the haunting Kirtan chanting of Deva Premal. What matters most to me, is that I do not judge my practice or myself – instead I practice acceptance and santosha (contentment).

During this difficult and tumultuous time in our country, it is often tempting to turn our backs (however consciously or unconsciously) on that which brings light into our lives. But it is vital, now more than ever, that we move toward the light, toward hope and support.

What brings you toward the light in dark times?
What prevents you from reaching out for hope and support?
What keeps you stuck in negativity and pain?
What can you do today to restore your faith in Peace?
Om Shanti, Om Peace,Elisa

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Trusting Myself

This past month, I have been repeatedly faced with situations that required me to fully trust myself.  While being able to trust myself seems like something I should have mastered long ago, I do still struggle, particular in certain situations.

As I have navigated these situations this past month, I realized that my hesitation to trust myself came down to a fear of not being perfect, of getting it all wrong.  Instead of trusting myself, I sought out validation from others because I didn’t trust that what I had was enough or that what I said or did was okay. I agonized and obsessed over decisions, turning to the internet for the answers that only I had within.

As I was about to send an important email, I froze, wanting desperately for someone to read the email first before I hit the dreaded send button. Did I make any typos? Did I even make sense? Was I getting my point across? I recalled being a young girl and wanting my mom to always review my essays and homework. What if I made a mistake? What if it wasn’t perfect? What if I wasn’t perfect?

When do you find it hardest to trust yourself? For some it’s around food, for others around sex or alcohol.


I am learning to trust myself by accepting that I am not perfect. Accepting this tender, vulnerable part of myself somehow makes trusting myself a little easier.  Progress not Perfection. I am taking risks when I can – like hitting post on blog – unedited and imperfect.

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Restoring Vulnerability

Restoring Vulnerability

This month, I continue to find myself repeating, discussing and reviewing two words: Restoration and Vulnerability.

Restorationthe act or process of returning something to its original or improved condition by repairing it, cleaning it, etc. 

As we begin to transition from winter to spring, I find that I am in need of restoration before I can March forward.  You, too, may feel expected to March On and Spring Forward without attuning to your needs, without sweeping out the inner cobwebs. Giving yourself permission to restore might feel too luxurious, when in fact, it is necessary for endurance and fortitude.

Restoration might look like:

  • Taking a Restorative Yoga Class at your local studio, or listening to a yoga podcast or DVD at home.
  • Meditating (even just 2 minutes)
  • Mindfulness – paying attention on purpose without judgment.
  • Taking a relaxing shower or bath
  • Receiving a massage or facial.
  • Diffusing Essential Oils

What are ways that you restore your body, mind and spirit?

When I review all the ways that I can restore myself, I notice that these same acts of restoration also help me practice vulnerability. When I am feeling restored, I am better able to be compassionate, empathetic, kind, loving, honest and authentic. When I am restored and vulnerable, I can connect and share with others on a deeper more, intimate level. Over the last few months, I’ve been more honest and forthcoming with others. I tell people how I’m really doing, and guess what? When I am vulnerable, it allows others to become more vulnerable, honest and authentic. When I tell the truth about how I am really doing (not just what I think they want to hear)  they tend to do the same…and I don’t feel so alone.

You may have been taught that vulnerability is weakness, but in recent years, researcher Brene Brown is showing us that vulnerability is courage and that being vulnerable actually brings us more joy.

 “Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.”

Brené Brown

Check out her amazing TEDTalks for more insight on vulnerability.

Let’s take a risk together this month and March toward Restoring Vulnerability. You might even find you become restored to an improved condition!

P.S. Join me April 2nd for Strength and Grace Yoga Workshop at Downtown Yoga. Register at