When we chatted last week, I hesitated to ask you a favor.
The favor was for you to write to me once or twice. I hesitated, because I wasn’t sure how well that would serve either of us, and because the time for asking favors ran out. If I were to do what I hesitated to ask of you, it would go like this. Continue reading “A Monday Letter”
In the beginning of the yoga teacher training, one of our faculty warned us against turning into “born again yogis”, that is, talking everyone’s heads off about how great yoga is and how they should do it.
But it’s OK. So far, lots of my recent learning has been practical. Continue reading “Anatomy and Ice Cream”
I arrived early and alone to a new event of the sort where you just sit and watch. The event was running late to start, and I sat there uncomfortably, looking around for acquaintances and/or mustering courage to talk to strangers. After a while, I saw K whom I knew a little bit through tango. Continue reading “Where Are You from?”
As I am about to take the basic yoga teacher training, I reflect on my own favorite teachers and what makes them so.
This past weekend, I went to two yoga classes, one, taught by Sean, another one, by someone else. Both were productive and enjoyable. Both teachers are thoughtful, intelligent, dedicated, and competent. Both are well spoken, kind, and handsome :-).
There were more than 50 students in Sean’s class. There were 13 students in the other class. Continue reading “What’s So Special about Sean”
A few years ago, a teacher encouraged the class I was in to be curious. You know how sometimes you hear something that sounds profound, but you don’t really know what it means.
Possibly, because there are multiple meanings, as if it were a master key to many doors, some of them still hidden. Continue reading “A Meaning of Curiosity”
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