Is your soul hidden?

Poem credit: Bly, Robert. Kabir : ecstatic poems / versions by Robert Bly. Boston: Beacon Press, 2004. Print. It seems like more than a year has passed since I found a new poem that I liked enough to share at one of my yoga classes. Then bam! I picked up a book at the library, and the…

Hairdresser on fire

You plan a haircut or some other decadent, restorative salon visit during your birthday week. You do this because you want to feel beautiful, the cut is overdue, and because the visit has been encouraged by a girlfriend. You look forward to it, anticipating the hour or so of sitting still and letting someone’s skilled hands move over…

Rails and the City: the Central Corridor LRT

Last weekend allowed me a good walk though most of downtown Saint Paul, as I needed to pick up my race packet, and wanted to get some blood flowing in legs that hadn’t run in seven days. On a Saturday morning, it’s a relatively quiet urban area, with various relics indicating that it was more…

Santosha with a dash of Aparigraha

“When you are grateful, fear disappears and abundance appears.” — Tony Robbins It’s taken me a little while, but I think I’ve found a way to close a yoga class that I really like. Why not speak of gratitude, at every opportunity? I’ll leave it at that – if you’d like to experience it, come…

View from the nest

Here we are, the Monday after the snowing-all-day-Saturday Snowpocalypse, and my general assessment of the weekend was that it was tiring: right now, I’m sore all over from shoveling and from moving around, though, and over snow. How did I lose the lovely feeling I had, late Saturday night? No hangover was involved. Maybe it’s…

Just Breathe

The winter holiday season feels a little different, now that I’m a yoga teacher. Likely, it’s not just because twice a week, I gather a few coworkers, play some inspiring music, and get them to move around a little and breathe, though that’s a notable difference from last early December. Breathing is, after all, a…

some guidelines

It seems beautifully ironic that this post is about contentment and non-grasping, when my photo du jour is of an delightfully luscious dessert. But I’m going to do it anyway. In these months that follow my yoga teacher training, a program that I was told would be transformative, I’ve been thinking about exactly what may…