Less Fear, More Joy
Waiting for Unpleasant Things to Pass, or, Cultivating Patience
A quick dream: I was married to Steph Curry! (It was a very chaste and very brief relationship.)
When I woke up, I was struck by the odd visual and sensation it left me with, watching a guy play basketball, and yet feeling really happy at witnessing his happiness.
Fight the Issues, Not the Man!
“I want to go for a fast walk”, I warned John. “I need exercise, not poking around on the side of the road looking for some goddamned pollywogs.”
2017 Might Be Challenging
In my 20 years of teaching yoga and meditation I cannot remember a time when every class began with a political discussion. I actually just ordered a whole batch of US Constitution Pocket Guides (http://www.greenapplebooks.com/book/9780195304435) to give out on Valentine's Day. If our rights are gonna be taken away, we better know what they are!
Election Day Blues
I keep reminding myself that we’re all just trying to get to the top of the mountain, in our own particular way. Some of the paths I see folks taking make sense to me, and some of those paths I really do not understand. But if everyone chose exactly my way, it would get mighty crowded!
I woke up Wednesday morning, way too early, surprised by tears running involuntarily down my face. Actually, across my face and into my ears, because that's what happens when you cry lying down, and it's really quite unpleasant. It does, however, get one out of bed.
A Valentine Too Big For One Day
In an unusual move, The Tea & Yoga Society has merged with Bacardi, Inc to create the Bombay Gin & Yoga Society. In bringing previously disparate groups to the table, or even under it, we can all learn about and enjoy two previously segregated activities.
How Can This Be?
Everyday living-- all that we do day in and day out, moment to moment-- informs the entirety of our life. Much more than graduations, births, and other grand events, everyday living comprises what we see when we look over our shoulder, wondering where we came from, what we're made of, and who we are.
How can it be that the sweet stars, twinkling off and on during these brilliantly chilled nights; and the sun rising slowly in the morning, slow to cast warmth, slow to let go of the east; how can it be that the ocean waves, the sea foam blowing across the sand in that way that it does; and the light breeze and the green brown trees; how can it be that these things are not enough?