Yoga

Single Figure

July 24, 2019

I was deeply disappointed with this sketch the morning I drew it. I thought I had failed, but I was tired, and it was time to make my oatmeal, so I sighed and left it out on my work space at the slider windows, washed in northern light, and went about my morning. During the […]

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I Knew I Had To Go Deep

October 22, 2017

  One day last week on our drizzly walk to look at School House Creek emptying into the ocean at high tide, I thought a lot about the “me too” phenomenon prompted by the breaking stories of Harvey Weinstein’s serial sexual predation. For some reason impressions from images of an ancient Egyptian city recently found […]

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Go Fish (The Slow Miracle of My Yoga Practice)

June 16, 2017

One of my favorite things about my yoga practice is the way it surprises me each morning during my time on the mat. I’ve written before about how that mat feels like a magic carpet ride at times, and the time I am about to tell you about is no exception. Yet instead of the […]

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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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