This year, give your child (or any child you love) a gift that’s healthy and keeps the FUN in the holidays! Playful Planet has you covered, from stocking stuffers like our award-winning children’s yoga DVD, Storyland Yoga, and its accompanying Condor Trek book, to a travel set complete with a colorful kid-sized yoga mat!



Winner of 4 national Awards,Storyland Yoga is a fun-filled adventure that teaches kids yoga poses along with an eco-conscious message. In “Save the Whale” and “Condor Trek” kids engage in a story where they learn yoga poses by imitating animals.

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Now Storyland Yoga is also available for download or rental via Amazon Instant Video! Download it today!


Condor Trek Kids is the book version of the fun-filled Storyland Yoga Adventure that teaches kids yoga poses, while it infuses children with eco-conscious messages, physical activity and literacy. And now you can get Condor Trek Kids FREE with a 30-day trial of Amazon’s Kindle Unlimited! (700,000 book titles to choose from!)


Save with Gift Sets!

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Storyland Yoga DVD + Condor Trek Kids book

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Yoga poses book, mat, and travel set

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Just Write {166}

December 16, 2014

We trimmed a fake tree last night. It’s a beautiful fake tree. The kids don’t at all care about whether or not the tree is real.

Two glass ornaments were broken, and I didn’t even freak out. I just went and got the broom and dustpan. (I did say “don’t move” because bare feet on glass = ow.)

It was a peaceful thing, no chaos, which is weird because there were three kids involved and ADD me.

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Maybe we were all too tired, to have the energy for chaos. We’ve had a week of both strep and influenza and I have to tell you….that sucks a lot. But there we were, getting well together. And we took the long way sometimes, especially Elsie, since she’s three. She took a bunch of ornaments off the tree, just to put them back on.

Isn’t that just it though? She’s got it figured out. It’s not about perfecting a thing, or even finishing a thing. It’s about enjoying a thing, and doing it again and again even if it means stripping away work.

After we were done, I tried to get them in bed early but that failed because it always does. Things happen, and the clock suddenly zooms into the hour past bedtime. We do this every night, after leaving our beds a rumpled pile. We pull up and straighten out the blankets and we tuck. It’s beautiful, even though we’re just going to undo it again, leave a mess.

This is where we read books, tell stories, talk about the day. In the lather, rinse, repeat of rituals. Let it go long, let it come undone.

Asher told me he was scared because of something he saw in a movie. He asked me to remind him how to make the bad picture in his mind go away. I said, Whatever is good, whatever you love, think on those things,” and he asked me to remind him what he loves. I said maybe for tonight it would be the Christmas tree, the Juggle Bubbles Nanny got them, and Butterscotch, our guinea pig.

He smiled from under the covers, just his face peeking out from the tucking. He said, I got it…I’m thinking of Butterscotch under the tree blowing bubbles because that’s all three happy things at once, and we laughed so hard.


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Just Write {165}

December 9, 2014

I was driving and thinking, Who in their right mind would board a plane or go on a long road or train track trip to come here this time of year? But I was still wishing you all could see it, the magic and mystery of west central Minnesota, at night, in the heart of winter. Where is the heart of winter? I don’t know, maybe it doesn’t start pulsing until after the holidays, but I think they actually call that the “dead of winter”. Don’t come at that time, wait until spring. The driving at night thing doesn’t happen a lot for me anymore. I’m either tucking in kids or myself, getting ready to start another super early day, when I leave just after sunrise. I come very close to driving in the dark most every morning, with the kids to school, or to The Building to bust out some writing work. [...]

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Racism, our Midwestern ways, and change

December 4, 2014

Things may come out wrong, but standing around all quiet is not always a good plan, no matter what your Scandinavian roots are trying to scream-whisper to you, ever so passive-aggressively. Most Americans don’t even really understand what racism means. So we deny it, justify it, ignore it. We stand around saying we’re not racist because we have black friends. Or a friend. Or had a black friend once, in the service. I hear a lot of that around here. Rural Minnesota is a beautiful and heart-breaking place. It is etched into my very soul, and in my bones. The people here are more often progressive and intelligent than is assumed. But I see and hear a lot of Ignorance here, when it comes to race…and people don’t like for me to call them ignorant, of course. There’s pride, you know. We’re not stupid. No, no you are not. That is exactly why [...]

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