Yoga

The Slow Miracle of My Yoga Practice: Spread Your Feet Like Stars

August 24, 2015

Sometimes my yoga mat feels like a magic carpet. It takes me to places beyond space and time, where memories awaken or new insights stir their invisible beginnings to life. Most practically, though, these “magic carpet” travels bring me to insights of the moment in my practice–fresh ways of understanding or implementing what I have […]

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The Slow Miracle of My Yoga Practice: Feeling The Whole in a Part

May 24, 2015

I was introduced to the well-known Hindu fable The Blind Men and the Elephant at a very early age. At 3, my mother read me the 19th century version byJohn Godfrey Saxe from the pages of the Childcraft volume, Storytelling and Other Poems. This volume was part of a set my parents must have purchased when […]

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Keep the Fire Burning

December 14, 2013

It’s true every picture tells a story. But it’s also true that sometimes the picture gets painted before the story even happens. I have been wondering if there will be a story that goes with this painting of the fire in my masonry stove, and this week, it came to me in that surprising way […]

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The Slow Miracle of My Yoga Practice: Here Comes The Sun (Salutation)

November 1, 2013

Last January I began doing Sun Salutation first thing in the morning. Before I committed to this practice, it had been so long since I’d done any that I could barely remember the sequence of even one round. But I found a lovely video on youtube by a woman named Barbara with a German accent […]

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In the Temple of My Daily Life

August 16, 2013

When I was getting ready to host poetry night, I remembered a large box upstairs that my sister and mother packed and sent to me several years ago, long before my  mother died. They were sorting through things, and asked me what I would like. I’d tried to open and look at everything in the […]

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The Slow Miracle of My Yoga Practice: Like a Waterfall, Like a Child

August 9, 2013

The yoga mat you see rolled up in this corner is the one I’ve practiced on for several years. I didn’t realize until I thought to take a shot of it in its resting place as a way to begin that it rests under the central remains of a mural that was once on a […]

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