Category Archives: Yoga
Beginner’s Mind
It might be that a blog called Beginner’s Mind is the best thing that ever happened to my yoga practice. When I began writing this a year ago, the wonderful people at Yoga Journal gave me this title. I’d been… Continue reading
Stalking the Elusive Bandhas
I’m supposed to have my mula bandha "locked" throughout my ashtanga practice. I hear that it’s the key to great yoga; that mula bandha is the doorway to flexibility, concentration, body heat, core strength, to stopping my wayward prana from… Continue reading
The Reasons We Love Practice
This week I asked every yogi I met what their favorite part of practice is right now, today, in this moment. Here are some answers: 1. The sounds my feet make as they let go at the beginning of practice.2…. Continue reading
Spring Fever
We’re still walking on water in this ridiculous part of the world. There’s nothing religious in that. The sad truth of it is that there is still 33 inches of ice between us and water in its liquid state. But… Continue reading
Best Friend Poses
Some asanas are like friends, and I have two kinds. The first is the easy kind, the kind I love to be with no matter how low I am or high I am; no matter how angry, sad, or… Continue reading
Yoga Talk
Last week, a great friend of my lovely man died/passed/took-off-the-tight-shoe, and we gathered at a funeral home to send him off. I was in that horrid lineup, the reception line or whatever it’s called, trying not to cry, being one… Continue reading
Yoga in the Middle of Nowhere
A friend invited me to her yoga class this week. "It’s a 10-minute walk from my house," she said. "How can that be, when you live in the middle of nowhere?" "You’ll see," she said. We set out at sunset… Continue reading
Something Happened to Fear
In the middle of a photo shoot yesterday involving a snake slithering across my fake-tattooed-but-otherwise-naked back, it occurred to me that some huge shift in fear has occurred during the last year.Yoga is responsible. That sounds ridiculous, but it’s true…. Continue reading
"everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes"
I grew up on ee cummings, the American poet. Neither of my parents is a fan, as far as I know, but we had collections of poetry along with Shakespeare and all kinds of wonderful literature on the bookshelves… Continue reading
And The World Comes Crashing In
Mornings are not what they were. My lovely man has begun his own morning practice of yoga and meditation. I should be happy for him. I’m not. The world was mine at 4 a.m. (God, how early do you have… Continue reading