Tag Archives: Beginner’s yoga
Yoga and Money
First of all, thanks very much for the approximately 26 billion pieces of mail you sent after I posted a short blog about the cost of yoga classes. It may take me a while to get back to each of… Continue reading
The Money Thing
Can we talk about the money thing? Last week, someone wrote saying it was a terrible shame that yoga costs so much money and that the superstar teachers charge huge sums for their classes. Yoga should be free, he suggested…. Continue reading
Off The Mat Yoga
Off-the-mat yoga became real to me this week. I don’t mean lovely things are happening that might indirectly be connected to my yoga and meditation practices. I mean that I am witnessing significant, substantial changes in life that feel directly… Continue reading
Mantras on the Mat
"This too shall pass." Sounds biblical. Wikipedia says no, that it first showed up in the writings of the Persian Sufi poets. This makes me whirling-dervish happy, being a huge fan of Hafiz and Rumi. Other sources say it’s credited… Continue reading
Gratitude Admist Chaos
We’ve just finished move-in weekend for the play I’m directing. Move in is horrendous. It involves long, long days of actors waiting hours longer than I’d predicted while lighting design people solve problems I don’t understand and can’t begin to… Continue reading
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
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
"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