SEMI-DAILY
Musings
About yoga, life, and how hard it is to sit still.
Moving at the speed of presence
As it happens, I don’t always need to move slowly, I just need to move at the speed of my presence. There is a difference. And maybe, just maybe, that difference is yoga.
Efficiency is not the point
Efficiency, as it happens is not an indicator of joy and not even always a net positive. Efficiency in one can lead to inefficiency in the whole.
Anything can happen in the dark
It is not a coincidence that when I am distracted and stressed, and therefore need the centering that comes with meditation, I find it hard to actually close my eyes.
Balance in movement
I mourn the imminent shift in my daily routine. Re-finding balance will require flexing muscles I might not know I had.
Can’t buy me love
I miss many things about Brooklyn, but they are not really about the place.
Presence with pain
We all have the capacity to love, and it starts by loving ourselves enough to recognize where we contribute to suffering and harm.
The only way out is through
The way out of here, paraphrasing Rabbi Tarfon, says: the enormity of this work is not the point.
Listening is one thing …
This past Saturday, I did something I have never done before. I truly respected the boundaries of my body.
This is not insane
It is not insane to demand peace, to insist on our joint humanity, to posit the possibility of love.
In which I commit to routine
When do routines become a cop-out, a way to avoid engaging with life?
What’s with the online classes?
When I practice at home, yoga is literally part of my life, and not just something I do when I put on yoga pants and go to the studio.
Feelings, parenting, and treating me right
I needed to focus on treating another human being right, before I was able to extend that courtesy to myself.
That wall …
An odd to the walls within. that persist and surprise us, still. Even for the umpteenth time.
A love letter to silence
My morning meditation feels like a memory of spaciousness that can last all day.
On imposter syndrome and other false narratives
When I know something with my body, mind, and soul, my path of action is different, conscious, chosen with care.
The next hilltop over
It’s time to go to the next hilltop and see what you can see from there.
My manifesto
There are a million ways to write a manifesto. I want to write mine with my life.