Acroscientist

A couple weeks ago we taught this flow together with Martu Casco at the multilevel class on Wednesday. We leave here some homework to reverse the direction (2nd video).
It’s always nice to train right and left side, one direction and the other, all figures of the flow and then all of them in the reverse variation, flowing smoothly and then adding a pop in all transitions.
The same flow is always a little universe. Have you tried all this?

Learn the technique and do your homework. 💥 I haven’t trained h2h properly since I got pregnant. I haven’t managed to find a dedicated partner to train with in Leipzig (maybe if you read this…). But all of the sudden, to be able to nail a session with my acrowife reassured me first that she is a rockstar, and second that all the training that I quietly do pays off. When the moment comes, I’m ready 🔥.
Don’t get frustrated if you don’t manage to train Acro ten times per week. It’s quality what brings efficiency, not quantity.

If you want to train with me, I’m teaching two workshops on the 13.06. at the park: one beginner, and one intermediate level.

All Infos at www.belight-leipzig.de/workshops ✨

A bit late but April was too good to simply let it pass.
It had family, Easter, Easter Acro with amazing , Creativity module at the , Photoshooting with and my Mami .
It also had the birth of a project with .
And it ended on the 30th with the last breastfeeding of my mini me 🥹.
I‘m deeply grateful for the beautiful community around me. And I won’t start talking about because nothing I can say makes justice.

Life is a wild, raw and heart opening ride. I’m here to feel it all. 🫀

Three suggestions for your trainings: needle, hand to hand, hands free jump to star. Checkout the details, the grips, the alignment, the speed.
Try it and show us! You can even send us your questions ❤️.

Swipe to level up: One flow, three levels. ✨

We originally prepared two variations — but our participants needed something different. So we listened, stayed present, and a third level emerged.

Teaching is a like riding a bike: balance doesn’t come from staying rigid, but from constant adjustments in motion.

And finding that balance with is like riding your bike on a sunny day. ☀️

Every morning my baby wakes up in a great mood. I cook the most nutritious breakfast, which she fully eats and then we practice on the mat. She already knows the sun salutation and I reach enlightenment every time. If you want to know how you can build this amazing routine yourself I’ll teach a workshop next Wednesday at never o’clock.
HA 😅 I almost forgot Samadhi is for lonely men up in the mountain. Truth is, today I let my little earthquake throw lentils on the floor because she was doing it one by one and it kept her busy for quite some minutes 🫠.
And every now and then I get to step on the mat with a fluffy 13kg kettlebell and I feel like I conquered Sparta.

Motherhood is wild. Raw. Loud. Ommm 🧘🏻‍♀️
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It even feels a bit like an outing… *I can’t eat onions ❗️*
I always get strange looks.. even from friends and family. People rolling there eyes because, I get it, almost everything has onion. I got countless advices: boiling it, treating it with salt, etc, etc, etc.
At retreats and other events they ask you about food intolerances expecting the famous ones: no gluten, no nuts.. those are the ones ppl understand. But when you say onion.. the cook doesn’t look at you with a smile.
„It’s just a bit..“ „it’s just spring onion..“ „it’s just leek…“
And don’t get me started on the „delivered-Food-world“.
And last Friday.. you buy champignons at the Christmas market and you even ask the guy. He says no, it doesn’t have onion.
I felt it in my mouth of course.. but it’s tiring to be the grinch of food because everything has onion. Even when they say it doesn’t. I just wanted to enjoy.. and I did..
But the following day.. you don’t want to know about that. Let’s say that it’s hard to coordinate a visit to the emergency room when you have a 1,5 year old and no family in town. Thank you forever 🙏🏼✨.

I’m still recovering, and with every day that passes I swear to myself 100 times more that I WILL NEVER EAT ONIONS AGAIN.