Learning to Fly

The first time I went upside-down, knotted up in not-so-silky silks, the world spun out of control, blood rushing to feet, the normal turned into something utterly abnormal. A nightmare where the self was still the self, but with an unaccustomed perspective; I was bound secure, yet  floating not knowing, not understanding where the red…

“I Want to Hold Your Hand”

The cool air near to the floor might be kissing my palms, but I still feel the ghost of fingers entwined like that chainlink fence I'll be walking past, if I choose to pause, sip my coffee and remember how that moment would have befit a cigarette, before I continue to walk uptown to start the…

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…

Yoga Teacher Training: Week 1 (Part I)

I've had time to breathe. Funny, considering I have just started a yoga teacher training at Sacred Sounds Studio where the focus is on how to teach other people to link their body and breath and to understand more about pranna and ujaii breathing and all that other good stuff wrapped up within. But I've had time…

Ashtanga

Last night's wine hadn't finished working its way through my system, but I had the wisdom, then, to eat enough and stop when I'd drank enough. Interrupted sleep had me slightly unsteady on my feet, my chest tight with some unidentified emotion that had no weight, yet pulled taught. Breathing, doing, moving hadn't shifted it; the…

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…

“If…

...you are going through hell, keep going," said one rather esteemed Winston Churchill. Yes, this appears all over the place today; on mugs, inspirational fitness sites, T-shirts and magnets, but for each person to whom this has significance, is has some pretty big-ass, honking significance. The yoga-induced emotional deluge that hit me this weekend served two…