I took a trunkload of things to Play It Again Sports recently, hoping someone might find value in them. Some of these things I had owned for over 20 years. I had thought maybe I’d need them in the future (Rollerblades). Maybe a part of me still needed to hold them close, as a part of my identity (ice hockey skates and the cones I used for … Continue reading Heavy things: $121
The Pasture by Robert Frost I’m going out to clean the pasture spring; I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too. I’m going out to fetch the little calf That’s standing by the mother. It’s so young, It totters when she licks it with her tongue. I sha’n’t be … Continue reading Come with me
I came to class bearing a sparkly green box in addition to my music and third eye-focused sequence. Last year was an exception due to travel, but at the end of each year that I teach yoga classes, I like to prepare gifts for my students. I bring the gifts to my class or classes, or around January 1st. Because I love to bake, there is … Continue reading Pistachios, my-ness and the holidays
It’s simpler than it looks. Always. This poem found me, today. IN EVERY LIFE By Alicia Ostriker In every life there’s a moment or two when the self disappears, the cruel wound takes over, and then again at times we are filled with sky or with birds or simply with the sugary tea on the table said the old woman I know what you mean … Continue reading Self, not-self
Story Water, by Rumi A story is like water that you heat for your bath. It takes messages between the fire and your skin. It lets them meet, and it cleans you! Very few can sit down in the middle of the fireit self like a salamander or Abraham. We need intermediaries. A feeling of fullness comes, but usually it takes some bread to bring … Continue reading Thank you for the Rumi
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 first poem I read is one that is perfect: resonant, … Continue reading Is your soul hidden?