I Overcame Domestic Violence and Now I'm Talking About It

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OK, it's official.  Right now is the most powerful point in my life (so far.)  I was recently honored to be a guest speaker to raise awareness for the Jeanne Geiger Crisis Center, serving the greater Newburyport, MA area.  Why was I asked to speak?  Because years ago, I was one of their clients, someone who needed a place to turn, and who came to them seeking help putting my life back together after domestic violence.

For the past several years, it has been my dream to begin sharing my story -- this was in fact one of the reasons I created this blog.  Speaking up on behalf of the crisis center gave me an opportunity to fulfill this wish, to help shine a light on where I and countless others have been.

Breaking the silence around domestic violence is essential if we want to remove the stigma and shame around this topic so that those suffering from abuse can speak up and get the help they need. 

It has also given me the chance to reflect on how far I've come and what a different place I'm at in my life these days.  I feel empowered and successful, and I am so grateful for that.

I participated in two events, the first of which was at the beautiful new home of Rasamaya studio in Newburyport, MA, owned by my dear friend Carrie Tyler.*  It was no accident when the universe matched me and Carrie up a few years ago, and she remains an inspiration to me every day.  She is a powerhouse, not only as an incredibly knowledgeable and masterful yoga and movement teacher, but as a visionary entrepreneur, creative spirit, and champion of women's empowerment in every form.  She is one of the few people that understands my passion and excitement for feminist activism, one of the few who understand the word 'feminist' to be something alive with inclusion and possibility as I do.

With my notes (and tissues) in hand, I stood before the crowd, many of whom I'd known as neighbors, colleagues and students years ago, and told them that, unbeknownst to them at the time, I'd been fighting the biggest struggle of my life in those days.  

I told them that I'd been ashamed for them to know my life was such a mess, ashamed of the choices I had made that had led to that.  I told them that it was food stamps and Christmas gifts donated to the Salvation Army that got my family through that first year, struggling not just with my own healing, but with single parenting as well.  Despite the challenges, that was the year I enrolled in college for the last time (as a Women's Studies major, and eventually graduated!), the year I began to teach, the year I met the partner who has been by my side ever since, the year I learned how strong my body could be, as I came back to the barre day after day and watched myself transform, inside and out.

I am grateful that there was a place I could turn to plant the seeds of renewal that would eventually sprout.  That I was given legal advocacy at a time when I had no idea how I would provide for my family, a time when I lived in fear for my life, not just everyday worry, but truly fearing that I might actually be killed.  It has been a long road, and all of that feels well behind me now.  Maybe that's why now is the perfect time for me to begin speaking up.

When domestic violence landed me on the x-ray table of an emergency room, our neighbors and friends would never have believed it.  

We seemed normal, even successful.  We seemed to have it all.  What I have seen to be true more and more in the years since, is that abuse happens EVERYWHERE, to every 'type' of person.  I hope that my sharing will help put a face to this issue that is so much easier NOT to talk about.  It is so important that we DO talk about it.

The response that I got afterward from those in attendance meant so much to me.  To see how many in the crowd wiped away tears of empathy as I shared my story, and to have them thank me and shake my hand afterward was so rewarding, when I was asked to speak at a second event, I did not hesitate to accept.

I've had many years to heal from my experience, and I don't doubt that the trials I've been through have made me stronger.  I want to say, without belittling the severity of my experience, that I have made peace with this chapter of my life and with the abuser as well.

I believe if there is no hope for abusers, there is no hope for any of us.  We are all one. 

I look forward to continuing with this work that is so important to me.  Not only to reach out to support those who have been victims of abuse, but to help solve the problem of how we can create a world that does not produce abuse in the first place.  This is my passion and my mission, and I thank you for reading this post.  By taking the time to learn more instead of turning away, you have already brought us one step closer.

Thank you, Andrea Isabelle Lucas Founder and Owner, Barre & Soul, LLC

*Barre & Soul is honored to include Carrie Tyler as a member of the teaching staff and as our Director of Yoga Teacher Training and Anatomy Teacher for our Barre Teacher Training.

If You Want to Achieve Greatness...s

(This post was originally published in January 2014.) Happy New Year everyone!  Here's a post I did a few weeks back for the Lexington Power Yoga blog.  I thought I would share it with you here.  I hope you are feeling fulfilled and inspired in this new year.  If you're looking for a great book to help fan your creative flames, please read on for one of my all time favorites.

Last December I hit a rough patch.  In the wake of some very tragic events in the news, I became depressed.  In addition to that, an undercurrent of dissatisfaction had been lingering in me. This would often show up in the form of sour grapes when I saw what others were doing in their careers.

Every time I logged onto social media I came away feeling awful.

It seemed like ‘everyone’ was doing BIG things.  I knew I should feel happy for my friends and colleagues, but mostly I just felt left out.

Luckily, I went in search of healing for a bothersome hamstring issue with a talented acupuncturist and body worker that winter.  When she looked at me, she saw that something deeper was wrong.  She noticed my low energy and sadness immediately.  She asked me what projects I was working on.

She asked me why I wasn’t performing, writing, or creating, pointing out that my face had lit up at the very mention of the subject.

In addition to some excellent acupuncture, body work, and vitamin D, she gave me a reading assignment: The War of Art, by Steven Pressfield.

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war-of-art

Is there a more overused descriptor than ‘life-changing?’Never mind, I don’t care!  There is no better way to describe my experience with this book.If I am lucky, the legacy I hope to leave will be to have written a book that changes lives as this book has done for me.It may have just been the right message at the right time, but I was transformed by this very important piece of work.

I won’t spoil it by trying to recreate the book’s message.It wouldn’t do it justice, and anyway, you could easily read it cover-to-cover in one day.It is concise, riveting and to the point.The author seemed to be personally calling me out on the fact that there was something better, more authentic, more inspiring that I wanted to be doing, and that I wasn’t doing it.The book also showed me that the key to doing it was already inside me.

At an event earlier that December, I’d been prompted to come up with a mantra that would serve me well in the face of challenges.I couldn’t quite articulate it yet but I knew it had something to do with giving myself approval instead of seeking it from others.Soon after reading The War of Art, I happened upon an image created by street artist Eddie Colla.The image read:

If you want to achieve greatness, stop asking for permission.

Just like that, I had found my mantra.

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greatness

One of the things I knew after finishing The War of Art was that being an entrepreneur was important to me, and it was time to stop avoiding it.  I saw that a huge boom in the fitness world was happening around barre workouts.  I had been teaching this method for 6 years, often trying to explain it to people who had never heard of it.  Now this cult favorite in which I had spent thousands of hours was becoming a mainstream trend.

I saw many businesses trying to offer barre, and honestly, they didn’t seem to be doing it very well.  Some instructors I spoke to mentioned one-weekend trainings.  I couldn’t imagine how anyone could learn in a weekend what it took me hundreds of hours to learn, and to teach to other trainees in my former role as a manager and teacher trainer for a large fitness corporation.  I knew there was no reason to stand on the sidelines.

I would create my own barre and yoga business, one that stood not only for excellence but also for humanity, inspiration, and connection.

By the end of January, the seed of Barre & Soul began to sprout.  In May, I taught the first Barre & Soul class at Lexington Power Yoga, always loving the Lexington Yoga community!  By August, I was the owner of my own studio (Barre & Soul Studio, formerly B Yoga Center of Melrose), and in October I brought Barre & Soul to Equinox in Boston.  I can’t wait to see what is next for this venture!

These days, when I have time to look at social media, I am no longer jealous of the accomplishments of others.  My life is not perfect, but I love it.  I feel empowered.  Being an entrepreneur leaves me feeling self-expressed and fulfilled, and I know this is only the beginning of a long and creative career.

I think for a long time, I had been waiting for some kind of green light to get started.  As though I would receive a tap on the shoulder when it was my turn.  Thankfully, I realized that this is rarely the way things work.  If we want to do something great, we only need to give ourselves permission to start.  I’m so happy I did.

Beloved Boston, Keep Faith in Humanity

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ghandi faith in humanity

When I saw the first images yesterday and the news began to sink in about the terrifying events that were unfolding in our beloved city, I felt "it."  The same feeling I had after learning of the tragedy not long ago in Newtown, CT.

It was the familiar tug of despair, threatening to pull me down.

Yesterday had been a relaxing day off for our family and, if we'd been feeling a little more adventurous, we might have been there with our kids at the scene where this horrifying violence was now occurring in our beautiful and vibrant Boston. As my mind went over this possibility, I was flooded with  hopelessness, the inside of my body feeling like a dark pit, empty except for this question:

HOW DO WE KEEP THEM SAFE???

My children, all of our children, how do we protect them from such unexpected cruelty?

As initial news reports were unclear in those first few moments, I went immediately to social media, searching for answers, knowing so many people I know and care for would be close to the scene and praying they could provide some kind of reassurance.

It was touching to see the outpouring of love and concern on Facebook, and a relief to learn that many of my friends were reporting they were OK.  However, there were no real reassurances to be had.  It didn't matter whether the people hurt or killed in this event were folks I knew or not. It didn't make it any more OK. I grieved for whoever had been in the path of the explosion.

We grieve for them because we are all one.

Over the last day or so, I have been fighting to not let the fear and grief take me down. I will cry, yes. But I will not despair.

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dalai lama on tragedy

We cannot afford to give up hope. Unfortunately, we can't know whether or not we can keep our children safe. But we cannot afford to stop trying.

I will tell myself that the world is not unraveling.

I heard someone point out on public radio today that, sadly, humanity has a long history of war and violence. If we look back at events such as the Holocaust, the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the Crusades, we cannot say that we live in a time when things are getting worse.  We need not jump to that conclusion.

The devastation that occurred yesterday was the result of a single act.

I will not even call the person or group who did this evil.  I believe we all possess the same divine light and capacity for good. This was an action.  A drop in the ocean of loving actions being carried out all over the Boston area and beyond, before the tragedy, during, and after.

It gives me hope to see the outpouring of love and generosity from my fellow Bostonians and in fact the rest of the country and the world.

Boston, I love you. Don't give up. We will not succumb to hatred, resignation or bitterness. We can get better. We have to.

When something like this happens, our instincts tell us we must help. One friend who was near the blast told me today that she had to fight with herself to force her body to run away from the scene as the police ordered her to evacuate. Her soul was pulling her like a magnet, telling her to run toward the victims and try to help someone.

We all want to help. In the coming weeks I'm sure many opportunities to do so will emerge. Many people are opting to donate blood. The city of Boston has set up a fund for the victims.  Individual fundraising pages are also being created.

If you are interested in donating to Boston Children's Hospital, please consider making a $15 donation via my fundraising page.  

A portion of your donation will also help to bring healing to the people of Newtown, CT, a cause still on my heart and mind every day.

May all those who are affected by this trauma find healing, hope and peace.  May we come together in love and compassion.  May we remember that we are all one.  I promise to do my part to help our city heal.  I promise not to give up hope.

Love you Boston.

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love boston

Discover this Hidden Vacation Gem - Before Everyone Else Does!

When I went in search of a good surf retreat this winter, I was surprised to find that Nicaragua kept coming up in conversation. I was told it's like the "new Costa Rica" -- a newly popular spot for yoga and surf retreat centers and home to beautiful beaches still unspoiled by tourism.  Having never been to Costa Rica I can't compare the two, but I can say that the week we spent in Nicaragua was possibly my favorite vacation ever.

I booked our stay at Soma Surf Resort based on the endless 5-star reviews on Trip Advisor.  We were not disappointed.  The small, friendly staff and ownership truly made us feel at home, and the fresh, local food was AMAZING, healthy and inexpensive.  (I don't know why I didn't take more pictures of the food!)

Our driver met us at the airport for the 2.5 hour drive to Soma.  We spent the last 45 minutes winding down dirt roads dotted with local farms, where "traffic" consisted mostly of cows, horses and dogs.  Soma is located in the hills with beautiful views of the surrounding farmland and nearby ocean.

Because we were visiting during the off season, the beaches were practically deserted every morning for our daily surf lessons.  It was great sharing the waves with our fellow guests at Soma, and even though the mojitos were the BEST (a handful of fresh mint goes into the blender for every glass,) we were in bed by 9:00 or 10:00 and up with the sunrise every day.

our friend sammi, soma resident...

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walking popoyo beach to magnific rock and exploring the tidepools...

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magnific rock sunset happy hour...

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still a learner, but i'm making progress!

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no restaurants (and not many people) on this beach! but see that little straw roof?  there are a few hammocks, and a guy with a cooler over there if you need something to drink...

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The only way I could stand leaving this place was to promise myself I'd return!

I think I may have found the perfect spot for a core/yoga/surf retreat...

Who is coming with me on the next trip??  :)