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March 18th, 2014

Joy Is #Whatmatters

Over the past week, we've asked to see what brings you joy. You've shared with us the joy that you see in the world, and we've loved looking through your Instagram photos and seeing what a joyful community we are a part of!

As a celebration of the joyful things the community has shared, we're introducing our winner, @lamamanaturale, who is winning an eKO Lite, yogitoes mat towel, and a GO Play mat carrier.


@lamamanaturale - Winner!

And here are some of our other favorites!


@chipleduff


@foodtripper


@iamthegermaine


@sirichaprae


@studio_504


@tashatorres0903


@michellechee

It’s an honor to be part of your practice.

With love,
Manduka

March 7th, 2014

Spring Giveaway: Joy Is #Whatmatters

At Manduka, 2014 is our promise to Live What MATters, from yoga to joy to design to community. This Spring, we’re celebrating #WhatMatters with an Instagram giveaway - come join us!

Joy is a wonderful place to begin. Shouldn’t all things come from a place of joy?

There is joy in making tea, riding to work or rolling out your yoga mat, if you choose it. Joy is a giddy burst of bliss from deep within your heart – you can’t confine it because it’s who you are. That’s why joy matters.

Joy is already in you, and you can reveal it through acceptance, bring it out through gratitude and sustain it on hope. The more you celebrate the joy, the more joy there is to celebrate.

So for the next 10 days, we ask you to see the joy and share it with the world. Let’s Live #WhatMatters, starting with a giveaway of our Spring Collection’s joyful pieces: the eKO Lite mat, yogitoes mat towel and GO Play carry-all sling. Enter to win this happy trio by sharing your joy, or what inspires your joy, on Instagram using tag #WhatMatters and @MandukaYoga.

We’ll collect our favorite photos to share and select a winner on March 17th. Now get out there, see the joy, be the joy and let silliness lead the way. Joy is #WhatMatters.

Namaste,
Manduka

January 15th, 2014

Red Cross Typhoon Haiyan Appeal


At the beginning of this year, Manduka was able to support the Red Cross disaster relief for victims of the Typhoon Haiyan.

With sustained winds reported at more than 145 miles per hour, Haiyan was the second category 5 typhoon to strike the Philippines in 2013. This deadly storm impacted an estimated 16 million people, according to the Philippine government, and, at the height of the storm, more than 4 million people were displaced from their homes.

In the aftermath, thousands of volunteers braved difficult conditions and damaged infrastructure to provide lifesaving assistance, shelter and reassurance to people impacted by the storm. With the support of the global Red Cross network, the Philippine Red Cross has provided food to more than 1.1 million survivors.

If you are interested in giving to the Red Cross to help support disaster relief or learning more, please click here.

December 31st, 2013

What Is Your 2014 “Matifesto”?

Hello to 2014 and 365 wide open, brand new possibilities – a fresh start we can make into whatever we want. We’re setting a New Year’s intention to help us put old lessons into new action, and there is no better place to let an intention come to life than on your yoga mat.

So today we ask you to make a matifesto for 2014 – the declaration you can take to your mat and let guide you through the year. What do you want to manifest in your life? To trust more? Find courage? Be a present parent? We want to support you. So declare it right now. Write it down in permanent ink. Then say it out loud every day. Because this is the year to take your mission into your practice and off the mat. It’s time for all of us to Live what MATters.

All this month, we’re collecting your matifestos here, or on Twitter or Instagram with tag #matifesto. Tell us in a few words or in a photo, and your Manduka is right here to support you.

50 yogis who share their matifesto will receive a hand towel from the new yogitoes We Are One collection that’s launching next week! With your permission, we might also publish your story at Manduka.com, on Facebook or through our media partners.

So get those matifestos flowing, you’ve got yourself (and potentially millions of people) to inspire. We’re here if you have any questions.

Happy New Year,
Manduka

December 26th, 2013

Family

By Manduka Ambassador, Dana Damara

I love the holidays … I love decorating the tree, baking cookies with my daughters, pulling out holiday lights, lighting candles, the smell of pine cones and evergreen, pumpkin pie spice and the quietness at the end of the day that ends so early.

When I was a kid I loved baking with my mother, making decorations with my grandmother, eating homemade everything and running around the house with my cousins. I grew up around the corner from my “Auntie” and about six blocks from my grandmother. The holidays started the weekend before Thanksgiving and didn’t end until after the last football game was over on New Year’s Day.

I think that the holidays were the best part of my childhood. I was raised Catholic Italian in a family that was loud and boisterous. My grandmother’s home always smelled like spaghetti sauce and garlic, and when the holidays began it was a flurry of connecting, cooking and chaos. Actually it was always like that, holidays or not.

In the basement, my grandfather encased sausage and boiled live crab. Upstairs in the kitchen, my grandmother rolled out her homemade pasta, had her sauce going on the stove, basted the turkey in the oven, tended to the ham in the garage and us kids had to set the table and chop vegetables. My mother and my aunts talked and laughed a lot!

I can remember music playing, grown ups dancing, food and lots of wine. My grandmother sipped from the same glass of wine all day that had melting ice cubes in it. She had a house-coat for every meal, Jesus and Mary medallions around her neck, a Kleenex in her bra and her glasses on top of her head.

My family danced together, we laughed together, we teased each other, we fought loudly and we loved fiercely. We didn’t need the holidays to have a great time, the holidays just amplified everything.

There were several of us “little ones” who played pool, jumped on the beds, ran around outside without a coat, and played board games in the quiet of someone’s bedroom until we all fell asleep, usually on top of each other in one big bed.

A lot has happened since those days and times have changed. However, every holiday season comes and I feel the love from that time fill my heart. I can smell my grandmother’s homemade sauce, hear her voice singing in Italian while she worked in the kitchen.

I don’t “do” the holidays like my grandmother did; I wouldn’t even try! She was amazing! And unfortunately, I don’t have the opportunity to see my family over the holidays either. But the love I experienced during that time in my life fills me with such joy and gratitude.

Families move, they break up, they break down, they shift and they change. For many years I lived by the credo that “Your family can be one of blood or choice – either way, you have family.” I did this because when my family broke down I rebelled, I moved away, I made my own “family” and I did this to survive the pain I felt when all of that “connection, cooking and chaos” ended.

Now, some twenty odd years later, several thousands of hours on my mat, and at least hundreds of hours in church, I hold my family in my heart… my blood family. The ones that brought me into this world, that can trigger me and that love me unconditionally, even if I didn’t know that for years.

This year, give thanks for your family – the one that holds the reflection of who you were, who you are and maybe even a nugget of who you are becoming. There is nothing like family, nothing. When we deny our family we are denying our greatest gift. You needn’t see them, hang out with them, spend holidays with them – you can just love them.