thoughts on how we fit into the web of community, family and society
Remember when these would have been costly and exciting toys–the latest technology–that would have been protected from theft and breakage. Now they are just a pile of partly toxic garbage, replaced by the newest exciting and expensive gadget. I do not claim to be free from the allure of technology and its toys (blogging as…
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
To read a little more about my personal yoga journey, please check out the “Get Local” profile that was just posted by District Kula. Thanks DK.
The past several days in DC have been perfect for walking. The mornings, for me, require a winter coat and gloves and a hat or scarf. At the warmest part of the day, the air is refreshingly cool, and I can shed some layers. In spring and fall, there is little I want to do…
My own reflections will come at some point. Here is a thoughtful interview with John Friend on the decisions by Darren Rhodes, Christina Sell, and Elena Bower no longer to hold themselves out as certified Anusara instructors.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
Precious are the mornings when the light is soft And the air is gentle–for those who consciously clothe themselves With respect for the intermarriage between Their body and the day–and when the play of shapes and colors In the sky and upraised trees dances visions Of the vast creativity of Being. No doubts arising Until…
Dear Friends, Happy Samhain, All Hallow’s Eve, Halloween. We are slipping into the time of year that is good for dreaming and introspection, while things get wild and windy outside. I can always tell when it is drawing to the midpoint between the Winter Solstice and the Autumn Equinox because the Christmas cactuses (which always…
The space between the spheres thins and the wind creates passageways. The spirits are outraged; how could they be otherwise? Their dance tramples And blows things down, but still cannot help but create beauty. The leaves–green, red, gold, brown from the drought, that distant memory– Hang listlessly with the weight of rain and a bit…
This morning, as I read this poem by Janet Hoffman, which is collected in Plain Living–A Quaker Path to Simplicity by Catherine Whitmire, I thought of friends and family and students and colleagues who are living with loss and illness and other struggles. I wish sometimes that I could heal or make happy everyone I…