Tag Archives: meditation
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
Who Are You?
I was at a funeral on the weekend. A very charming, intelligent friend of my lovely man took off the tight shoe sometime last week after a full 82 years. Here’s what whacked me: His body was there. It’s been … 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
Why Meditate? To Go to the Well
I wake up with a circus in my head. Forgot to call the sound guy yesterday (theatre), have to start practicing with the snake (theatre), lots to do today including a conversation I’d rather not have (theatre), worried about one … Continue reading
Walking the Path
This morning during home practice my thoughts walked a familiar path:1. Rats. That left second toe still hurts a bit. I’ll bet it’s from walking across the lake in my big boots. It’s a bit red, too, and swollen. Like… Continue reading
Patience is a Tough Gig
We’ve been spending a lot of time at our cabin on Smith Island, Lake Nipissing, middle of nowhere, northern Ontario. No running water, no electricity, quieter than the Dalai Lama’s head. As it gets dark in the evening (4pm in… Continue reading
Focus Pocus
This week, two notes arrived from yoga land, one about asana practice and one about meditation, both saying this: I know you love your practice, but what do yoga and meditation actually do for you? Here’s my answer of the… Continue reading
Oprah’s Card
I read that Jennifer Aniston recently gave Oprah a yoga mat with a picture of her dogs on it. I suggest we create a card to go along with the mat. We’ll make it a big card, so that each… Continue reading