A little about my teaching:
I practice Yoga to align and live from the inside out, and I teach Yoga to help people find stability, create calm, and feel connection and understanding between mind, body, and energy.
My classes are focused on Yoga postures that support overall health and well-being. We strengthen without exhausting. We energize without causing chaos. We connect spiritually without being trite.
Good ol’ fashioned Yoga.
A little about my life:
Off the mat I build deeper connection and greater meaning in my life through reading, long walks with my dog, writing, trail running, watercolor painting, photography, rock-climbing, and deep wilderness backpacking. I live in the ever beautiful Marin County with my husband, son, and four-legged daughter.
Join me:
Get on my Private Yoga schedule to practice with me in-person.
Email: Erin@erincookston.com
Practice with me online each week on the Members Area monthly subscription.
Members Area : Online Yoga
Only $25 to gain access to a fresh library Yoga practices each month.
It is not always possible to make it to a group Yoga class each day or each week, and sometimes group classes are just not what your body, mind, and spirit are asking for. I understand that, I feel that way myself. Which is why I continue to offer quality instruction and easy to follow, feel good Yoga practices through my subscription based platform, Members Area.
Strength Alignment Meditation Flexibility Connection Well-being
“Books are a uniquely portable magic”
Currently Reading…
You Are Here
By. David Nicholas
You can find a list of all the books I’ve read this year, HERE!
Go Ahead And Give It To Me : Part One
Far off the beaten path the trees grow taller than you can imagine. Their steepled caps pierce the sky; their green heads and arms toss and clap and bow in reverence to the swish-swish-swish of the wind; their bodies, beautifully brown, are lined with thick black veins, where the blood of earth pumps in from root to heartwood. In the sharp drag of a deep breath, fresh and clean, a dank scent presses itself upon your lungs and drifts, like a flock of birds, across the ribbed landscape of your tongue. Crushed pine needles; grub-filled dirt black as tar; the soft floral of wild mint; the quench of life and moistness of death and decay….
