I wanted my friends to think I was cooler and just like them. I wanted the boy I liked to know that I liked him, without actually saying anything (because that one time I said something, it was humiliating. Never again.) I wanted people to think I was important, because when I tried to stand…
A Thought, or Two [Sips Coffee, Pauses]
Is that what it feels like to relax? It this what it is to surrender completely to the floor, lying flat on my back? [Sniffs] This sensation is too much like exhaustion for me. I don't know the difference. But maybe, just maybe, now I'm starting to learn that a thin rubber mat and the…
Everyone Loves a Yoga Teacher
Everyone loves a yoga teacher, especially one decked out in lululemon because some of those clothes aren’t really made for practice; I can attest to that. Trying on top after top only to end up with a veritable assortment of sports bras better made for a kinky night in despite the company’s rather non-yogic vision…
Faith. Trust. Pixie Dust.
“All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.” ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan She left the yoga studio half running, half walking in the drizzly insanity of a morning where the train was late, the practice was revealing and work beckoned with a curled, outstretched finger. Balancing better than she had…
Collecting my Thoughts
Just because nothing was enough to form a concrete blog post. I walked far this weekend - from Bleeker to 59th on Saturday. When I finally returned to my neighbohood, I realized that I'd just been walking and not paying total attention. So I started to look around, caught the scent of late-season honeysuckle and saw…
Walking and Writing
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…
I am Astute After Two Margaritas
I had my first philosophical encounter last night – after two, rather paltry margaritas no less. Currently, I am unable to run. I did something weird to my toe and it's making me crazy because I don't know WHAT I did nor do I have any idea whatsoever to make it stop. The MRI, fortunately,…
Time's Thievish Progress 