The Cherry Practice
It is a late April ritual; visiting the cherry blossoms at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden. I’ve walked here with husbands, lovers, friends, and my daughter at almost every age. This year I am alone…
read morePraise and Blame
How can it be that between the end of one class and the beginning of the next so much had changed?
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I’d Rather Go to the Dentist
I haven’t posted in a while. A few people have asked. Thank you!
read moreThe Week After the Supermoon
On the kitchen table there was an old bouquet of flowers. I felt a little sorry for them and methodically removed what was dry, wilted or rotten. I didn’t know if there would be all that much left.
read moreOur Obstacles, Our Selves.
When I first started to practice yoga, I was a young-ish adult with some history as a dancer and gymnast. Many of the poses, including those that a teacher-friend calls yoga’s “circus tricks,” were quite accessible.
read moreOnly Connect—Our practice and each other
I’ve been thinking about how we learn and how we sustain our learning. And eventually, how our learning sustains us.
read moreBroken Hearts and Second Chances
Sugar Magnolia (AKA Maggie) and I have been living together for about two months now. We are bonding and having fun, and also learning interesting facts, such as: some shoes aren’t just comfy for feet, but make a very nice after-dinner snack as well. Who knew?
read moreMoments of Mudita
My new rescue pup, Maggie, she needs some Doga; she is feeling pretty stressed out.
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