I found a tree. Later, a yoga student asked my why I hadn’t shared a poem in a while. And then I found a poem: The Copper Beech BY MARIE HOWE Immense, entirely itself, it wore that yard like a dress, with limbs low enough for me to enter it and climb the crooked ladder to where I could lean against the trunk and practice … Continue reading The crooked ladder
January 1 this year marked another year of teaching yoga. To celebrate and express gratitude for the trust, opportunity and great energy, I created some gifts for my students and the studio owner. If you’ve been reading or exploring my posts for awhile, you’ll see that these gifts happen most years, and usually take an edible (or at least flavorful) form. There is a typically a theme, depending … Continue reading Spice for my students
It’s negative thirteen degrees here in Saint Paul! And (an ultra-positive) seventy one in Troncones, Mexico. I’m unwrapping my fingers from my mug of hot beverage just for a few moments to share two things: First, the above great words, which our yoga teacher Ted shared on day two or so of the terrific yoga and beach/sun/surf/food/friendship retreat from which I’ve just returned. And second: … Continue reading Back from the beach
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
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?