Image: "Nine Suns", Oil on Canvas 2013
by Monica DiGiovanni
by Monica DiGiovanni
"The sun's eyes are painting fields again."
~Rumi
~Rumi
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Monica DiGiovanni is a yoga and meditation teacher and artist living in Central Vermont.
Learn more about her yoga and meditation instruction, view a wide variety of paintings and drawings or simply go directly to her upcoming schedule of classes. |
Weekly Drop-in Class Schedule
View Monica's complete list of class descriptions and costs here.
Vitality Yoga
Fridays, 12:00-1:00 pm
Embodied, Montpelier, VT
New Weekly Drop-in Class!
Vinyasa Flow
Wednesdays, 5:30-6:45 pm
Embodied, Montpelier, VT
Fridays, 12:00-1:00 pm
Embodied, Montpelier, VT
New Weekly Drop-in Class!
Vinyasa Flow
Wednesdays, 5:30-6:45 pm
Embodied, Montpelier, VT
Semester Classes at
Montpelier Senior Activity Center
Gentle-Moderate Yoga
Tuesdays, 1:30 - 2:45 (12 weeks)
Yoga for Focus and Fitness: Strengthen
Wednesdays, 2:15 - 3:30 (12 weeks)
Yoga for Focus and Fitness: Stretch
Fridays, 10:00 - 11:15 (12 weeks)
You must register ahead of time for all Senior Center class series
Tuesdays, 1:30 - 2:45 (12 weeks)
Yoga for Focus and Fitness: Strengthen
Wednesdays, 2:15 - 3:30 (12 weeks)
Yoga for Focus and Fitness: Stretch
Fridays, 10:00 - 11:15 (12 weeks)
You must register ahead of time for all Senior Center class series
Be sure to check the schedule for additional drop-in classes that Monica might be subbing.
If you have any questions, do not hesitate to reach Monica through the contact page.
If you have any questions, do not hesitate to reach Monica through the contact page.
from The Work of Happiness
By May Sarton
I thought of happiness, how it is woven
Out of the silence in the empty house each day
And how it is not sudden and it is not given
But is creation itself like the growth of a tree.
No one has seen it happen, but inside the bark
Another circle is growing in the expanding ring.
No one has heard the root go deeper in the dark,
But the tree is lifted by this inward work
And its plumes shine, and its leaves are glittering.
By May Sarton
I thought of happiness, how it is woven
Out of the silence in the empty house each day
And how it is not sudden and it is not given
But is creation itself like the growth of a tree.
No one has seen it happen, but inside the bark
Another circle is growing in the expanding ring.
No one has heard the root go deeper in the dark,
But the tree is lifted by this inward work
And its plumes shine, and its leaves are glittering.
