The Art of Being Present
art by my friend Marina Powdermaker. Find more of her work at https://www.etsy.com/shop/MarinaPowdermaker PAST where I am rereading the same testimonies from the same perspective: accused, accuser, over and over the details wearing deep grooves into the ledger in my mind. It must be truth, Mind says then, because I can’t erase the lines. FUTURE […]
Of Two Minds, or Many
Of Two Minds, or Many When Left Brain speaks, she is right on about doing it right or don’t do it at all, do it all right, do it right now, for all the right reasons. Left Brain says I’ll whip you into shape and that would be square, four equal sides, no curved […]
Yogabilities™: Peace as a civil right
When I tell people that one of my occupations is teaching Yoga, there are some common responses. Oh, I love Yoga! I take it at the gym/the cool studio in the upscale shopping center down the street or I can’t do Yoga, I’m not flexible enough. or, perhaps I read an article about […]
5/24/17
Today I celebrate my incarnation Fifty six trips around the sun, carrying a moniker that took decades to like, and I continue, residing more, or sometimes less, inside this soft tent of skin held up by strong bones that shape this form we keep agreeing to call me. So much to marvel at, a couple […]
Welcome, Winter!
Solstice 2016 On this, the shortest day of the year in my part of the world, I have a confession to make. I’ve been swirling, these darkening days, around and around like a pile of dry autumn leaves. Allowing myself to be picked up by the loudest winds of fear and unrest, carried this way […]
Why Yoga Matters Off the Mat
As I prepare to return to teaching classes next month, I’ve been musing and mulling over new ways to translate the essence of the great big practice that is Yoga. My desire, when I teach, is to reach underneath what you presume Yoga is, or isn’t, and touch your curiosity about your true nature. You […]
MEDITATION
The Sit When I am asked how to meditate There are no words the color of presence No shapes that look like attention I can only tell you what my senses tell me Or how I dread and then savor it And how little I attend to such reaction Most of all I love the […]
ON SILENCE
Absence of noise It’s not that I enter into this thing called silence. I don’t let it in or go out to find it. Silence is my natural state. It’s the vast patience of the sky that clouds take so for granted, where birds of feather and birds of steel come and go not noticing! […]