Stacy Lewis Yoga

08/18/2025

Kicking up.
Reaching back.
Finding that sweet balance between strength and openness.

This aerial variation wakes up the hips, opens the chest, and builds stability in the core—
all while reminding you that play and presence can live in the same moment.

✨ Move slow. Breathe deep. Enjoy the lift.

08/18/2025

Figure 4 Stretch – Thread the Needle
Pick up the right leg and cross the ankle over the left thigh,
just above the knee.

Pick up the left thigh,
thread the right hand through the space,
and clasp behind the left thigh.

Gently pull the leg toward your chest,
keeping the tailbone reaching down toward the mat.

Rock side to side if it feels good,
breathing into the hips,
and letting them soften with each exhale.

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08/16/2025

Dancing Cobra 🐍
You can dip one shoulder down at a time,
or simply hold and breathe.

If you find a place that feels good,
linger there.
Or flow through your dancing cobra,
lifting with breath
and lowering back down with ease.

It’s a playful balance of strength and softness—
a reminder that movement can be fluid,
even in stillness.

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08/14/2025

The streets are still cool in the early light as I wheel my bike toward the market. Morning air moves past my cheeks, carrying the faint scent of sagebrush and something sweet I can’t quite name. The hum of the tires on pavement is steady, like the quiet drumming of a heart at rest. What Yes Feels Like Yes to finding beauty in the unexpected....

The streets are still cool in the early light as I wheel my bike toward the market. Morning air moves past my cheeks, carrying the faint scent of sagebrush and something sweet I can’t quite name. T…

08/14/2025

Side Body Flow in the Hammock ✨
Starting on my knees,
I grip the aerial hammock overhead.

I lean gently to the right,
letting the hammock support my weight
as I feel the side body lengthen.

From there, I begin to slowly straighten my legs,
rotating my torso,
finding balance and openness
until I arrive in this suspended side stretch.

It’s a blend of strength, control,
and the sweet release of surrender into the fabric.

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08/13/2025

Aerial Legs Up the Wall ☁️
Suspended in the hammock, this inversion feels like floating in a cloud.
The fabric cradles my spine,
the hips gently release,
and the legs feel light and supported as they rise overhead.

It’s the aerial version of Viparita Karani (Legs Up the Wall)—
only here, gravity works its magic in every direction.
Blood flows freely back toward the heart,
the nervous system softens,
and my mind settles into a deep, spacious calm.

It’s grounding and uplifting all at once—
a gentle reset for body and mind.

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08/11/2025

Cocooned in Calm 🕊️
There’s something magical about being fully held—
supported from every angle,
suspended in stillness.

In the aerial hammock, this “cocoon” shape
becomes a sanctuary.
It’s a place to soften the breath,
quiet the mind,
and let the body feel weightless for a while.

A reminder: rest is not a reward.
It’s part of the practice.

Would you spend a few minutes here?

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08/10/2025

What’s one way you know you’ve arrived?

Not geographically—but in your body, your rhythm, your peace.

I’ve been thinking a lot about that lately.
Let’s talk.

08/08/2025

“This life isn’t a response—it’s an emergence.”

New words on the blog this week.
A life built on breath, not urgency.
A place to land.

08/08/2025

Golden Sun Visualization
Now, in your mind’s eye,
see a golden sun
suspended just above you.

Its glow is warm, not sharp—
like morning light
through closed eyes.

Let it soften you.
Let it illuminate you
from the inside out.

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08/07/2025

A Reflection on Grounded Growth and Becoming The light hits differently here. Terracotta walls. Clay-colored sky. Even the dust feels like an offering— a hush across the threshold of change. The co-op down the street brews strong coffee and sells greens by the bundle. My bike leans quietly near the door, waiting for joy rides to nowhere in particular. There’s a yard—fenced in, sun-warmed—...

A Reflection on Grounded Growth and Becoming The light hits differently here. Terracotta walls. Clay-colored sky. Even the dust feels like an offering— a hush across the threshold of change. The co…