Danielle Ribaudo, Modern Day Yogini

Modern Day Yogini

Danielle Ribaudo offers group yoga classes and workshops, private/semit private yoga instruction and holistic healing. She fascinated by the connections between the physical and emotional bodies, inspired to move beyond boundaries and view our options as limitless. She firmly believes that our personal tragedies edge us closer to reaching our higher selves. A nature loving yoga instructor, a dog's best friend, a luster of wander, and a wine enthusiast, she knows that balance is key. 

full ritual for the full moon

It is that time of the month again. The moon is full, and so are you. It is time to let-go and transition to the next cycle. 

Check out the piece I wrote for Sisterhood of the Traveling Mats on full moon rituals. Create your own sacred space and connect with the phases of the moon. 


28 Ways Not to Cry

Life is hard. With life comes triumph - and disaster. Once the chaos has ensued it can be difficult to step away and take the time to nurture and ground ourselves. Even more of a challenge may be to have a clear thought on how to actually accomplish that. Along with a group of motivating individuals, I recently shared with The Rose Journals some of my go-to practices for when I am feeling overwhelmed or distressed. Check it out in the link below. Our hope is that through these varying processes you find inspiration and support you can carry with you the next time you start to lose your footing. 


We are Stardust

Yesterday during a super sweet restorative yoga class the teacher asked us to look at our bodies from above and notice the shape of our outline. Then just observe how we take up space. As she was speaking I allowed myself to shift to an aerial view of the room. Immediately I saw my body lying there on my yoga mat. My outline was glowing purple. Within the border there were billions of tiny little flecks of white twinkling light. All moving and dancing together, even expanding out of the tracing of my own shell. It was one of those rare moments when although I already know we are made of stardust, now I can see it. I can feel it. I become sure that the space taken up by my physical form is in fact infinite. As are my own capabilities. In this moment there are no differences between any of us. All I am now is matter, tiny flecks of light moving through space and time reaching towards expansion.

Challenge Peaces

I recently took part in a yoga challenge on Instagram that involved several questions along with the pose of the day. I wanted to share a little bit more about myself here through this personal experience that was brought up through that IG yoga challenge.

 I had major stage fright when I started teaching and I always found excuses as to why I couldn't teach full time even though that is what my heart truly wanted. Funny how sometimes when we find ourselves in our darkest moments that is when we can truly find the light. 

#MexicoYoga Challenge Day 5 || Revolved Down Dog || Parivrtta Adho Mukha Svasana

✨ Share a time when you overcame fear with courage ✨

My mother was diagnosed with breast cancer during my last week of YTT. She was basically my only parent and my best friend. Continuously I swallowed my fears. Fears for what she was going through, and selfish fears of what my life would like with out her. I needed to be strong to stand by her side and support her. Long before her illness my mother told me "it is an honor and a privilege to guide someone to their death". Her words stayed with me. From doctor visits to caregiving, my sisters and I were with her until her last breath. Even after she passed she continued to inspire me. I resisted the urge to hide in grief and darkness (for to long). I did what I knew she would be proud of. I let go of self doubt and found the courage to follow my passions and teach yoga full time. Watching her struggle and losing her was the hardest thing I have experienced in this life. Yet, if I get scared or overwhelmed I can still look to her for inspiration and courage. 🙏💗✨

Thoughts on Grief, Loss & Acceptance.

This is something I wrote and moved through last year. Exactly three years after my mother's death. With the anniversary of that day nearing, I am taking the time to go back and look at my feelings surrounding that trauma. Observing where I have continued to grow and let go. Where I have regressed and caused more pain. Acknowledging that there is a fine balance between letting go and pushing feelings away. Or holding on, yet not moving forward. How do we not forget? How do we stay connected? How do we find the balance? 

healing takes courage, and we all have courage, even if we have to dig a little to find it
— Tori Amos

In honor of you I sat in a Heart Connection Meditation. As I began to connect with you through this space I revisited and let of things I have several times before. I took responsibility for my reality as I create it. I filled the gaps in my heart with ideas of acceptance, renewal and progress. Thinking about where I have been and what I was doing exactly four years ago today, it really hasn't gotten any easier. I have accepted the way certain things work out. I understand that those things in life that challenge us only make us stronger… no matter how cliché that may sound… that is the truth for all of us. Most days I swallow the lumps that form in my throat. Not to push away any feelings of remorse, but to try to remain grateful for all that I have and all that was given to me through you, for the tiny bits of you I see in those you touched near to you, and smile in remembrance of what you left behind. Throw a few back for me today and give Dad a kiss.  



Moving Beyond Resistance

Sometimes those days when it is most difficult to get yourself onto the mat can be when the deeper transformation starts to occur. Moving beyond my resistance I set myself into one of the last spots in the yoga room. As soon as I began to tap into my breath I closed my eyes and allowed my minds eye to guide me. Starting to move, with each exhale I found surrender. Softening to feel, to understand. My body, my self. Every time I opened my eyes I was offered moments to watch the clouds float by. The shadows and light danced across my skin. Glimmering warmth with each movement, each breath. Creating magic as the light bathed and transformed me with each inhale, filling up. I left that day with that small moment in time etched into my being. A tiny flicker of my repeating path, from   darkness to light.