And I’m Back in the Game!
Kathryn Budig Kathryn Budig

And I’m Back in the Game!

I have been practicing yoga since I was 18 years old. Quick math *puts on Einstein cap* : that equates to precisely 22 years, 4 months and 3 days. Or so.

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Team Hot Bird’s Top Hits
Tess Carver Tess Carver

Team Hot Bird’s Top Hits

On the eve of our second birthday, it only felt right to stop and reflect on the last two years. So, without further ado, here’s a quick recap on our Team’s favorite classes and a few memories that have stayed with us.

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No Place Like Home…
Kathryn Budig Kathryn Budig

No Place Like Home…

Many moons ago, I first shared the concept of ‘aim true’ with my students ar Kripalu Center. I can’t put my finger on it, but something about Kripalu inspired me: I knew it was fertile ground for exploring this important concept that launched me into a whirlwind of creation and growth.

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Hero Dog to the Rescue!
Kathryn Budig Kathryn Budig

Hero Dog to the Rescue!

A hot dog with a squishy bun is so deeply satisfying this time of year! Check our Kathryn’s vegan-friendly version: the Carrot Dog!

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Cracking the Nut by Miles Borrero
Miles Borrero Miles Borrero

Cracking the Nut by Miles Borrero

Meeting Miles was one of those serendipitous moments: the kind of person you connect with and wonder if you’ve known each other forever. To learn more about this fabulous human, click to read an exert from his upcoming memoir BEAUTIFUL MONSTER!

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Justin’s Favorite Feel Good Flow
Justin Reilley Justin Reilley

Justin’s Favorite Feel Good Flow

You guys know I love to move! I’m like a 7-year-old, who just drank three sodas and snorted a pixie stick. That being said, this little movement flow really helps me focus that energy to calm down a bit, but it also scratches that itch to move around like a lil monkey boy!

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Beltane Ritual for Sexual Harmony
Kathryn Budig Kathryn Budig

Beltane Ritual for Sexual Harmony

Have you ever danced around a maypole (or desperately wanted to)? Or maybe you have memories of creating homemade May Day baskets stuffed with wild flowers to anonymously leave on a neighbor’s doorstep. The latter fills me with childhood nostalgia, while the former is a phallic symbol meant to represent the union of two as one (cue Spice Girls, maestro!).

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Pickled Veg Toast with Lemon Aioli & Herbs
HUNGRY Kathryn Budig HUNGRY Kathryn Budig

Pickled Veg Toast with Lemon Aioli & Herbs

I am a pickling machine. Literally words I never thought I’d write.

I grew up in Kansas thinking a pickle was a pickle. You know, the crinkly coin kind that you’d pick off of burgers (yes, pickles are wasted on the youth). Fast forward to my bougie 40s, and I quick-pickle anything and everything: onions, radishes, cabbage — you name it.

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For Ashi
KATHRYN BUDIG Kathryn Budig KATHRYN BUDIG Kathryn Budig

For Ashi

The deal was 20 years.

That’s the bargain we struck before her velvety 12lb puggle body passed the threshold of my (soon to be our) apartment. In retrospect, I should of have insisted on a contract; stamped her paw in binding ink, but I fell for the oldest trick in the book — she wiggled that soon-to-be infamous booty, passed the entryway of our front door, looked me square in the eye, and pooped.

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Kathryn’s Top 5 Classes 💃
KATHRYN BUDIG, YOGA Kathryn Budig KATHRYN BUDIG, YOGA Kathryn Budig

Kathryn’s Top 5 Classes 💃

Haus of Phoenix isn’t just a “yoga platform” — it’s a multi-faceted community where we express ourselves through movement modalities and yoga, enrich our minds through meditation, stoke our magick through ritual, myth, and story-telling, strengthen our understanding and humanity through book club and guest authors, expand our horizons through guest teachers, and whet our appetite with delicious recipes.

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I Am a Burrito of Sadness
KATHRYN BUDIG Kathryn Budig KATHRYN BUDIG Kathryn Budig

I Am a Burrito of Sadness

Around the passing of our beloved Ashi on December 23rd, I stumbled upon an illustration of a sad burrito burrowed in the folds of its tortilla, entitled: I Am a Burrito of Sadness. I had never felt so seen. And as it turns out, I am not alone.

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