About Yoga by the Sound

Mary is a certified Kripalu Yoga teacher. Prior to teaching yoga she taught aerobic dancing and developed an appreciation for health and fitness and the effects of exercise on the body. She appreciates the integration of breath work and movement and the many positive physical, mental and emotional benefits enjoyed through practice of yoga.

Mary also works as a psychoanalytic psychotherapist and has a private practice in Port Jefferson Station.

Contribution by Yoga by the Sound participant and writer, Rochelle Lipkind.

Late afternoon musings:

"The yoga studio lends itself to everything from glorious body stretches to mental flights of fancy and some of the most beautiful views on all of Long Island. Its verdant, sprawling acreage and the abutting aquatic Sound and Bay are home to everybody in town: wild turkey, the overrun, less than popular, deer population, trees and shrubbery of magnificence, gardens of vegetables and roses, clusters of bulb and adventurous weed, plantings of yesteryear and others that appeared just yesterday.

It is of particular pleasure to situate myself in front of the most desirable window in the studio, with the most expansive view. Here I am afforded the opportunity to view one somewhat denuded holly berry tree that entertains throughout the seasons, and that never loses its attraction to the Harrington Gardens' birds. It is either the bits of flower, sparse but treasured, or the cardinal-red berries, that look bitter to the casual visitor, that tantalize the local avian population.

Today, quite astonishingly, the tree had first a quick visit from a single catbird, one of the merriest singers in the spring garden, followed by a bevy of bumblebees. They were the plumpest of fellows who supped cheerfully of the white fluffy feathery flora, then crashed, quite without grace, into "my window" without cause, sans explanation, but in a sort of charming trajectory - from flower to glass - and round about in seemingly aimless activity. They were imbued with a kind of drunkenness. Are they the bees threatened with extinction? It would break the heart to think so. One would love to touch their soft, smooth, furry tiny bodies, if allowed. No matter, they joined the extravagant parade of life that one would treasure during a most splendid spring morning."