yesterday, i completed my second 200-hour yoga teacher training. as the 18 of us sat encircled, with candles blazing before each body, i began my talk with tears, saying, “well,…
facebook tells me that, three years ago today i spent the night at a hostel in interlaken, switzerland, pictured here. i think of these mountains often — the ones who…
the inconsistency of my consistency is astounding. particularly in regards to my yoga practice. a regular practice alludes me. my excuse? fear. for the mat reflects exactly what you need.…
the older i grow, the less patient my observer self is with my projections. “little one,” it sighs, “you’ve nothing to be afraid of. he doesn’t hate you. she is…
choosing a word to represent the new year never occurred to me until i read about it what an ingenious idea! a word to funnel your energy into! a single…
big questions arrived with the new year or simply rolled over from the last but they are here, hovering, lurking, skulking. their surfaces give way to much, much deeper pits…
how to describe the love? rippling and pulsing like after shock shocking? permeating every cell, brimming and brimming? swollen up fat as a mosquito sick on blood? how to depict…
old habits lay dead and dying at my feet, stung to death by the question: “from where did that response spring?” and the rational answer that follows, that dissolves any…
i live in a big little city. within its seven mile by seven mile radius, thousands of people roam. buses lurch, cars honk. houses and condos and apartment seem to…
i’ve tried on a lot of skins — i’ve been a martyr, a savior, and a saint. i’ve worn them until they got too tight, too loose, too scratchy, too…