On This Memorial Day I Worked Hard in the Garden and Wrote on the Sidewalk


I have long contemplated whether one could consider being simultaneously being engaged in day to day affairs and also in blissful meditation to be the ideal sense of bi-location–is that being in two places at once.
One of the regular participants in the Wednesday night yoga practices called Uma “Fluff Girl” last week. “Right,” I thought. “That suits most of the time.” Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
One of my yoga teacher trainers used to say that though he loved all of his students, that did not necessarily mean that he liked all of them or everything about them. Recognizing and honoring universal worthiness and connection — which I think is essential to our getting along in this crowded world of ours…
It was just approaching the deep dark of the solstice when I left for places warm and light. Last week, when I got home, just by comparison to the sultriness of southern India, it felt dark. This morning, though, I noticed earlier morning light. When the wake up call sounded, I was deep in a…
“Lady, do you have some spare change?” asked a man sitting on a bench with eyes glassed over from one or more intoxicants, which from one of the notes in the bouquet of odors included alcohol. “I don’t have any change,” I replied, “but would you like a peach? I just bought some.” “No. I…