Iced Up!

Iced Up!

Yesterday I made it out to one of my favorite classes. I spend so much time focused on teaching each week, that sinking into being merely a student for 90 minutes is blissful. As I returned home a light, fine snow began to fall. By bedtime we had about an inch, which...
Beginnings

Beginnings

The turning of the year is a popular time for reflection and for making resolutions to change this, do that, learn how to, lose, gain. Every January I see a big influx of new students, checking out yoga for the very first time. While several will stay, by February...
This Morning

This Morning

This Morning by Mary Oliver This morning the redbirds’ eggs have hatched and already the chicks are chirping for food. They don’t know where it’s coming from, they just keep shouting, “More! More!” As to anything else, they haven’t had a single thought. Their eyes...
Birdwings

Birdwings

Birdwings by Jalal al-Din Rumi Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror up to where you’re bravely working. Expecting the worst, you look, and instead, here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see. Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were...
Getting There

Getting There

Getting There by David Wagoner You take a final step and, look, suddenly You’re there. You’ve arrived At the one place all your drudgery was aimed for: This common ground Where you stretch out, pressing your cheek to sandstone. What did you want To be? You’ll remember...