Spice for my students

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…

Back from the beach

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…

Pistachios, my-ness and the holidays

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…

Thank you for the Rumi

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…

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…

Pelicans, Ría Lagartos and Borges

Returning from travel to a warm place with family over the holidays, I find this partial poem to be resonant. I hadn’t read much Borges before finding this in one of the books I read while on the trip, Eye of the Fish by Luis Francia. He who believes He’s left his home already has…

The reveal

“…Some people say about human beings, Dust to dust. But how can that be true of one who changes road dust to doorway?…” * Every now and then, I read a poem at the end of the yoga classes I teach, just as people start to get settled in savasana/final relaxation. I often seek poems…