Tag Archives: Yoga
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
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
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
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
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