SEMI-DAILY
Musings
About yoga, life, and how hard it is to sit still.
In which I reclaim my time
We measure time in hours and days mostly for the sake of capitalism. But I am reclaiming it as mine.
So-Hum: I am that
So-Hum or Ham-Sa is one of the most commonly used mantras for meditation. This is what it means to me.
Picture perfect
We seem to prefer to live in what we can all “the immediacy of delayed gratification.” What’s with that?
The power of silence
I have found my meditation mojo again, mostly because there is silence. Is that a cop-out? I honestly don’t care.
In which I watch a lot of bad movies
Parenting is a mirror of how we approach community. “Normal” parenting in popular culture shows us how we are currently doing on that score.
Round and round it goes
More and more people are on the move, for good, bad, and downright ugly reasons. What does that mean for our sense of community?
Winter is coming
Even as I know that time will move me from one place to another, through October, through November, to the beautiful bright snow and cold, I also know that now is all I have.
Logistics can be grounding
I think I know what knots to tie and I believe we are at the correct buoy. And there is something deeply satisfying about that. The rest is weather: ultimately nothing I can control.
Lifting out of the muck
You can carry your burden as a weight or think of it as part of the dance, part of the muck you push into the reach towards the sky. Your choice.
In which I try
We are, all of us, good people and we all could do better. The true test is in the trying.
Asteya (non-stealing) and privilege
Non-stealing is not just about not shop-lifting or not taking credit for someone else’s work (though: don’t do that).
On Fitting In and Letting Go
Yoga is about finding into the “you” that is universal and unique, all at once. Meeting the self where it is.
Getting unstuck
It is particularly hard to insist on the intangible things I need. But those things are where life and joy reside.
To doubt is to learn
Whether in the context of formal education or organized religion, questions are more important than answers.
This is how I want to live my life: falling.
And being really (really) proud I dared to try.
We are love! (A short history of Labor Day and modern yoga)
Despite our history, despite ourselves, we can’t help it: we are love.
Breathing is core.
Sometimes, it takes finding just the right place. Sometimes, it’s more immediate. But always, the breath is there for me.
What even is groundedness?
If you don’t know where you are, how do you know the route to where you want to be?