Periodic writings and updates
Tuesday August 7, 2018
The lists are never ending. The “to do’s” and “ought to do’s” pile up. The pressure to produce, complete, prepare, create, and [insert your own verb here] is relentless. Do more yoga. Do more parenting. Do more service. Do more self-care. Do more housework. Do more… We’re living in a cultural moment in which it’s…
Read PostTuesday July 17, 2018
Half a dollar. Rapper. Half a hundred. Shades of gray. Number of states in the United States. Natural number following 49 and preceding 51. Nearly my age. I’m moving toward the great celebration of being in this body for fifty—count ‘em, fifty—years. We humans like to assign meaning to things; and while I find myself…
Read PostTuesday June 12, 2018
As simple and profound as OM NAMAH SHIVAYA The spaces in between. The creation balanced with destruction. To have is to let go. Many years ago, after another long sojourn to India I returned with three marks still across my forehead, throat, heart and wrists. They had been dusted onto me by the fingers of…
Read PostMonday May 7, 2018
Our beating, pulsing, live-giving, life-sustaining hearts. The remarkable vitality they push through our entire beings—moment after moment, steadily, tenaciously. And yet, how infrequently we actually pause and feel our heartbeat. To me, bhakti—the yoga of the heart—is a reminder to feel deeply into this powerful rhythm that moves everything we do, that sets the tempo…
Read PostMonday April 16, 2018
What in my life feels empty? What am I trying to fill it with? Will that void ever be filled by my consumption? I ask myself these questions often when I’m considering getting another thing, consuming more media, the next new product… more stuff. What is it worth to us, as humans, to consume resources…
Read PostThursday March 8, 2018
My childhood was full of stories about India. My mother’s side of the family had been born and raised for many generations in a village called Hyderabad—a place that felt mysterious, mystical, and far far away, no matter how many times I heard those stories. My first journey there was to reconnect with my family…
Read PostMonday February 12, 2018
To be seen. To arrive again and again: heart bared, emotional, somatic wounds revealed, a rich and tender vulnerability. This is studentship. This is arriving again and again. Not arriving in order to be fixed by another, but rather to lay oneself out to be witnessed. Witnessed during the euphoria of falling in love, the…
Read PostMonday February 5, 2018
“Until one is committed, there is a hesitancy, the chance to draw back. The moment one definitely commits oneself then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would otherwise never have occurred. Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.”…
Read PostFriday January 5, 2018
… with INTENTION, the engine behind my actions. Let’s do this, 2018. Let’s honor the year’s turning, and clarify (yet again) what my deep intention is. What do my body, mind, spirit, and life circumstances really long for? That’s not to say I can’t do this in the middle of the year, in the middle of a day,…
Read PostTuesday November 28, 2017
Okay, let’s make our list. Look around, what do we need? What do our loved ones need? The most valuable currency I have is my time and my attention. So when Amazon, Facebook ads, malls (does anyone do that anymore?) attempt to convince me that my loved one needs a new gadget or some…
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