My head feels thick, eyes red-rimmed, and I try to swallow away the slight unpleasant dizziness. These telltale symptoms used to be a comfort, now, they’re something else to power through, as I continue lifting each mud-covered boot up and out from the thick, sticky ground and putting it front of me. One at a time. I…
“No feeling is final,” wrote Rilke, and for these simple, four words, I express gratitude to yet another man I have never met. You see, I have exhausted myself with grief again, and it feels like more of a workout than this morning’s yoga practice, which was both strong and strangely opening. I don’t know…
When the ice cracks, before it starts melting, it’s one of the sharpest sounds, followed by relief; Spring is coming. I read once upon a time in the Little House on the Prairie books that on a big lake where the ice was very thick, this sound was like gunshots. Fortunately, I haven’t heard that…
I fell to the ice-covered earth in the way I imagine a meteorite must fall, very sudden and uniquely electric. I was standing, walking, no hitting the solid, frozen tarmac in a painfully hilarious shock the way I did weeks ago; that slip was what I described as “not paying attention” and thinking of another…
Here’ s my flip, succinct recap of yoga teacher training weeks 1, 2 and 3. I like to keep these posts lighthearted and as if I were talking to a friend. Because yes, I am taking this very seriously, but I also am remembering the joy in what I am doing and hope that it…
When I started to be more flexible regarding my writing – I don’t have to post every day or stick to a theme – it became more authentic. I write about what I see, what I think and what I am experiencing, which is a range of anything and everything. Clearly, I have a filter because…
