One of my occasionally unhelpful patterns is to connect with the people who are leaving. I thought about that, uncomfortably, one of the deep Fall evenings we shared the way home.
There is another way to see that. Continue reading “A Traveler’s Friend”
The first pose was Anahatasana in Janet’s class this morning, the heart chakra pose. The guru mantra led to that. I bow toward all the great teachers. Continue reading “Bow from the Heart”
I went to church on Tuesday. Well, sort of. Continue reading “A Soldier’s World”
“How would I teach a student to not compare themselves to others in class?” Asked Mary in a yoga teacher training session. Continue reading “Practice Again Tomorrow”
Here, it’s dry, windy, hilly. The brown earth is dry under the feet. The wind blows dry air through the brown grass on the hills, through the hair, under the clothes, under the skin.
Even when it’s foggy, it’s dry. The wind blows the fog away. Continue reading “I Dream of Water”
Love letters understated 