Breath of Life: Yoga with Jocelyn Lee Wright, 1235 Columbia Boulevard, Bloomsburg, PA (2026)

02/09/2026

For baby Rowan 🤍

The community that surrounds you will protect and nourish you always.

From the moment we learned of your existence, we have loved you with the fierceness of warriors, and the gentleness of the earth herself.

We will watch in awe as you step out and introduce yourself to the world.

May you always have the courage to be exactly who you are.

And when the day comes that darkness introduces itself to you— may you turn your gaze inward and see that there is a light in you that can never be eclipsed.

May you trust that if you choose to extend this light as an offering to the darkness, you will watch it vanish completely, as if it had never been there at all.

May you feel yourself smile as you witness the light dancing through the shadows, dissolving everything in its path, illuminating truth.

May you grow to understand that this light is not only in you— it is you. ✨

01/22/2026

As a kid, my dad felt like Superman. Larger than life. Invincible. Strong. Funny. Loyal. Loving.

I watched him turn raw materials into things built to last with his bare hands. I watched him outperform people half his age without breaking a sweat. I watched him love my mom loudly, proudly, unapologetically — the kind of love other people felt in their bodies just being near it.

I watched him step into fatherhood like it was sacred. He gave himself to it completely. Every ounce of time, energy, and effort.

And then I watched him break.

I watched him get pulled under by the relentless waves of grief after losing my mom to cancer. I watched him struggle to stay alive. I watched him wish for the pain to end — and wrestle with whether ending his life might be the only way to make that happen.

I watched him wrestle with God. I watched him battle darkness in a way that made me wonder, for the first time in my life, if this was something he wouldn’t survive.

Had he finally met something stronger than him?

And then I watched him rise.

Not all at once. Not heroically. But inch by inch.

I remember the moment I realized he wanted to die. And then the moment he decided he wanted to live.

What came next was the greatest display of strength I’ve ever witnessed.

He dug himself out of hell and started crawling toward the light. And then — he told the truth.

All of it. The grief. The mental health battles. The suicidal thoughts.

He healed out loud. And he didn’t care who saw.

My dad is as blue-collar as it gets — a self-employed roofer, lives in the woods, hunts and fishes, teaches mountain-man survival skills for fun. In his world, men don’t talk about feelings. They grit their teeth, carry the load, and bleed quietly.

Watching him stand in front of his community and tell the truth changed everything.

I watched it heal him. I watched it crack something open in the people around him. I watched others find the courage to take off the mask and finally speak what they’d been carrying in silence.

That’s when I learned what real strength looks like.

I watched my dad start to change the world.

Thanks to earth angel / ghostwriter his story is now a book.

01/15/2026

This morning I woke with my heart on fire. Not the sacred kind. The kind that scorches.

Rage greeted me before the sun. Unfiltered. Unapologetic. I wanted to watch something burn. To feel the alchemy of destruction. To taste the power of heat turning form into ash.

So I fed the fire. Skipped breakfast. Doubled down on coffee. Agni out of balance. Pitta stoked without a container.

As the caffeine rose, so did the storm. Hate. Anxiety. Violence in my nervous system. My body became a cage. My mind a battlefield. Thoughts clawing for escape.

Every signal from my system whispered: pause. Slow down. Breathe. Be still.

I refused.

I knew what I needed—but I didn’t want peace yet. I wanted impact. I wanted to fight. Blood. Sweat. Tears. Something real.

So I moved. Hard. Fast. Manic.

My morning hike became a sprint. I never run. I hate running. Which made it perfect.

My hound dog felt it immediately. He howled. He hunted. As if my inner war had spilled into the woods. The louder my body pushed, the louder his cry split the hollow.

We ran. And ran.
And nothing changed.

The mind still raging. The body more irritated. The veil thicker.

I looked for someone to blame—and my eyes met his.

Fear. Worry. Softness.

He walked to me slowly. Closed his eyes. Rested his head against my legs.

And I collapsed.

Sobbing into his soft velvet ears. Shaking. Gasping. Cracking open.

He didn’t move. Didn’t fix. Didn’t flee.

He breathed.

Slow. Long. Deep. Each breath louder than my grief. Each rise and fall grounding me back into my body.

His breath taught mine how to remember.

My fists unclenched. My jaw softened. The heat dissolved into tears.

I don’t know how long we stayed there. Time disappeared.

What I know is this: I went from drowning in rajas—the urge to fix, change, push— to landing in sattva. Balance. Ease. Presence.

Not through effort. Through breath. Through surrender. Through being held.

This is yoga.

Not the shape of the body, but the quieting of the fluctuations of the mind. The remembering beneath the illusion. The return to our own aliveness.

Today my greatest teacher had four legs, long ears, and a breath that was slow, steady and grounded.

01/06/2026

You don’t need to fix yourself. You need a place to feel.

A place to let your breath drop back into your body. To move what’s been held too long. To listen—without trying to change anything.

Every Tuesday + Wednesday we gather from 6:30-7:45pm at The Blind Pig Kitchen 📍 236 Iron Street | Bloomsburg, PA

This is yoga that meets you where you are. Some days steady. Some days tender. Movement. Stillness. All of it belongs.

We move to wake up what’s dull. We pause to settle what’s scattered. We rest so the body can remember its own rhythm.

✨ Sign up for class at the link in my bio.
If you prefer to pay cash, please reserve your spot ahead of time by emailing me at 📧 breathoflifeyogawithjlw@gmail.com
Come as you are.
 Your breath knows the way. And the world needs the real you.

01/03/2026

Dear friend, this is my note to you — not the version of you that’s trying to improve, fix, or figure things out…
but the one underneath all of that.

The part of you that knows when something feels off.
The part that softens when you finally slow down.
The part that remembers what it’s like to feel alive.

The wisdom traditions tell us something simple and steady: Life moves in cycles. Bodies have rhythms. Timing matters.

Nothing in nature rushes — and nothing is late.

You don’t need a new version of yourself this year.
You need permission to move at your own pace. To listen instead of push. To rest before you’re empty. To act when it feels true, not when the world demands it.

Your body isn’t working against you. It’s always been communicating.
 When you pause long enough, it tells you what it needs.

Sometimes that looks like movement.
Sometimes it looks like stillness. Sometimes it looks like choosing kindness — toward others, toward yourself, toward the spaces you share.

This is yoga. Not poses. Attention.

This is Ayurveda. Not rules. Relationship.

This is living in alignment with time — knowing when to begin, when to wait, when to let something unfold.
 Come as you are. Breathe. Move in ways that make sense for your body, your life, this season.

No forcing. No fixing. Just remembering how to be here.

If this year asks anything of you, maybe it’s this: slow down enough to feel your own aliveness.

It’s still there. It always has been.

09/21/2025

✨ Curious what it’s like to practice yoga with me?

Here’s a behind-the-scenes glimpse of a group Hatha class I taught on Zoom. My approach is simple: meet you where you are, and help you find the version of yoga that supports your body, mind, and breath.

If you’ve been looking for a practice that feels personal and doable, you’ll find it here. 🌿

⬇️ Visit the link below to book a session or schedule a free intro call for new students.
🔗 https://calendly.com/jocelynleewright

09/18/2025

🧘‍♀️ 60 min Hatha Yoga class today on Zoom!
🔗 DM me to join live / buy the recording.

🗓️ When: Thursday, Sept 18th
⏰ Time: 3:00pm est
💻 Where: Zoom Online

09/09/2025

✨ Big news, friends ✨
The ebook edition of my new book The Weight I Carried is officially LIVE on Amazon/Kindle 📕🥾 …and it’s the #1 New Release in Camping. I’m honestly blown away.

So many of you — especially in the thru-hiking and outdoor community — have been asking for this version. I get it… when you’re out on trail, counting ounces and cutting toothbrush handles in half, a full-sized book isn’t an option. That’s why this means so much to me: now you can download it instantly and carry the story with you wherever your journey takes you — on trail, in a tent, or in the quiet moments between climbs.

This book is my story of grief, healing, and resilience on the Appalachian Trail. But more than that, it’s about the weight we all carry and what it means to keep moving forward, one step at a time.

I’m humbled and forever grateful for this community. Your encouragement, your shares, your excitement — that’s what made this book possible. Thank you for walking beside me in this. 🙏

👉 Grab your copy instantly on Kindle (link in bio) 👉 Share this post with a friend who loves the outdoors or needs a little hope 👉 Let me know where in the world you’re reading — from mountain peaks to subway seats 🌍

Every download, every share, every comment helps keep this journey alive. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. 💙

07/31/2025

I didn’t find Ayurveda—Ayurveda found me.

It arrived gently but undeniably, through the voice of a trusted teacher and friend. And once I stepped onto the path, it felt like coming home to a language I didn’t know I already spoke.

Completing my 150-hour Ayurveda Integrated Nutrition Training with the incredible has been a return to remembering. A shedding. A softening. A strengthening.

Thank you, , for opening the door with so much love and wisdom. Your guidance led me here. And thank you, Laura, for holding this space with such clarity, generosity, and depth.

What I’ve learned is this: Wellness isn’t performance. Healing isn’t linear.
Balance isn’t about doing more—it’s about aligning with what’s already true inside you.

This journey has changed my life. And I’m so excited to share what I’ve learned with others—gently, slowly, in a way that honors the uniqueness of every body, every story, every season.

Because we all deserve to feel whole.
🪷

07/18/2025

This is the most personal thing I’ve ever done.

After losing my wife, Sandy, I set out to hike the Appalachian Trail.
Not to “get away.”
But to find my footing again.
To carry my grief through the woods, the silence, the storms—and maybe set it down somewhere along the way.

The Weight I Carried is the story of that journey.
It’s not polished. It’s not pretty.
But it’s real.
I wrote it with the same hands that built homes, bent copper, and buried friends.

If you’ve ever carried a weight that no one else could see—
If you’ve ever wondered how to keep going when the road disappears beneath you—
If you believe the wilderness can help us remember who we are—
This book is for you.

The first copies will be ready in October! Stay tuned for updates and a list of speaking engagements to catch me in person and grab yourself a signed copy. 🖊️📕

⬇️ PREORDER your copy at either link below!

⭐️ Support Small Business: https://indiepubs.com/products/the-weight-i-carried

🚚 Order on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Weight-Carried-Through-Healing-Appalachian/dp/1968127011

🙏 Steven C Wright

06/24/2025

🌿 A Special Evening at The Blind Pig
Tomorrow night, we’re adding a little taste of forest medicine into our weekly yoga class.

My dad aka “The Shrooming Camel” will be joining us at , bringing three hand-foraged teas and a fresh-pressed juice that have been his companions through broken bones, an aching heart, and wild hope.

He’ll offer a few words about: 🍄 Chaga Mushroom Tea – brewed for immunity 🌿 Sassafras Sun Tea – cooling and wild-harvested 🌾 Sweet Fern Tea – grounding and anti-inflammatory 🧃 Beet-Ginger-Turmeric Juice – a daily ritual with a kick

There will be tasting samples available for you to try before we begin our 6:30–7:45 PM all-levels class. Bring your curiosity, yoga mat, and a personal cup or mug.

📍 236 Iron St, Bloomsburg, PA 💸 $20 | BYO mat + drink

It’ll feel like a little ceremony—bringing nature’s medicine into our shared space, then moving together in community. I hope you’ll come, settle into the feeling of being cared for—outside and within—and join our flow.

See you soon on the mat. ❤️

06/17/2025

You don’t need to fix yourself.
You need a place to feel.
To shake off the world.
To return to your body, not as a project—but as a home.

Every Tuesday + Wednesday we gather inside the raw beauty of The Blind Pig —to move what’s stuck, breathe into the ache, and remember the wisdom living in your bones.
This is real, honest, alive, gut-level practice.
For the wild-hearted. The tender. The burnt out. The ready.

✨Root to Rise.
✨ Flow to Restore.
✨ Sacred Stillness.

📍 236 Iron St, Bloomsburg, PA 17815
⏰ 6:30–7:45 PM | $20
BYO mat + drink
⬇️ Sign up at the link below. Space is limited.
🔗 https://calendly.com/jocelynleewright/yoga-at-the-blind-pig

Come as you are. Leave with more of yourself.

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