The Cadaver Lab
Yesterday, we spent the afternoon in the Cadaver Lab. This was a much antipated, yet much feared part of our CorePower teacher training. I can honestly say that I went back and forth in my mind dozens of times on whether or not to attend.
But, after everyone said that this was “an experience NOT to miss”, I decided to go.
The first 45 minutes or so, we sat in a nice yoga circle (with little desks), while the Cadaver Lab owner, Todd, made us feel at ease. The cadavers were all part of a Donation program, and he wanted us to understand that they are all there because they willingly donated their bodies to science. Meanwhile, four bodies were lying on the right-hand side of the lab, awaiting our viewings.
All the cadavers had names. I can’t remember the first cadaver’s name, but he was roughly 6 feet tall, and Todd had him “pre-disected” for us. The unveiling of the cadaver was slow, and section by section. After unzipping the bag, and carefully unrolling the towels to show the body, I was caught between complete, utter fascination, curiosity, and amazement, and becoming physically ill. I found myself getting closer to gain the knowledge, and then carefully stepping back when body parts continued to unfold.
We went through the entire front of our first cadaver, exploring the diaphram, muscular system, layers of facia, kidneys, liver, lower intenstine, and more (actually, more than I want to really share). Then, we explored all the muscles of the thigh. It was interesting how thoughtful Todd was of the bodies, and how carefully he could reconstruct the chest cavity after he pulled everything out for our combined educational purposes.
The second cadaver we got to view was “Lady Margaret”. She was a much smaller cadaver, and was placed face-down, so that we could explore the muscular structure of her back. But, that didn’t stick in my mind as much as the female reproductive system that Todd so carefully held up for us to examine. It’s fabulous how the body actually lives, creates life, gives life, and then dies.
And finally, Todd got to show us a “new” cadaver, only five days old. He had just started disecting this cadaver, and showed us his brain, scull, and jaw. Illness was really taking over at that time, so I slowly backed off from learning more.
After our visit, I just could not stop thinking about it. One overwhelming thought is that even though I am not chosing to eat meat regularly, the afternoon sealed my intentions of no longer eating meat.
But more importantly, seeing a body that no longer has a spirit made me respect life, and the short time we have on this earth. These vessels that we are blessed with are absolutely one of the greatest inventions known. How we move with intention, how we take care of our bodies, and what we do with our vessels in our lifetime are completely our choice. Choose to make a difference. Choose love over hate, and choose to take care of ourselves, our fellow living creatures, and the earth that we live in. We can all make a difference.
Namaste
And it’s the beginning or middle of week five of the training, and it is amazing. It is absolutely fantastic. And words cannot even describe how amazing this process really is.

Last night, Alanna came to our teacher training last night to share her knowledge and journey into yoga. Alanna is the
I took to this book immediately, (maybe because of the forward from Sting), as it jumps into the history of yoga, dating back to 600 B.C. Fascinating! It was from this book that this website, The Yogi Sutras was inspired. Sutras are compact, documented words of wisdom written by the ancient yogis that students can learn from. The goal of this site is to share little tidbits of knowledge that we learn along the way.
For someone to be your guru, first, you must recognize him or her as giving you inspiration, knowledge and guidance. Gurus will not come to you and say “I am your guru.” This recognition will come from within yourself.
So we had a good time, we sweated a lot, and Brandon played some great music, and it was really nice practicing next to Greg, but what’s really kind of interesting is that same week — or in that same timeframe — I was really getting kind of concerned because my yoga mat was really starting to smell. And I guess this was bound to happen, because you sweat so much in power yoga.
So one of the things that my son, Greg, does for me (he’s 14 years old) is he loads my iPod Shuffle with music and he calls it the “Mom shuffle.” and so I’ve been listening to these Mom shuffles and I’ve been thinking about the music that I want to play in my CorePower classes — some Elton John, some Pink Floyd, Lyle Lovett, even parts Dan Fogelberg that could work — so keep an eye out for the Ifer shuffle CorePower yoga class. Namaste.
I mean if you try to add up all the things I’m trying to do, an additional 20 hours of yoga practice and training on top of my 40 hours of regular paying job, on top of whoever knows how many hours of little consulting jobs that I can’t seem to kill — (I guess that’s in part my fault because I tend to love it) — and a son, and a … I guess you could call my husband, and two houses, and three dogs, and a cat — and trying to balance some kind of a lifestyle and some fun that I’d like to have — maybe some fall running in Boulder — how am I able to focus?
Anyway, there’s pretty major growth and transition in my life, and I decided to make the yoga CorePower teacher training an intensive part of that transition — to keep my head in a clear space, and also pave the way to a new chapter of my life. I plan to teach yoga, and I’m thinking of relocating to France: I’m a French speaker, and I just absolutely love it out there — talk about being present – it’s really a different pace of life, people take time to smell the roses and taste the wild strawberries, what can I say? — so thinking of taking my five-year-old daughter out there, and giving her the opportunity for an international upbringing, and opening a studio.