It's been one of those long-haul periods of work and activity with 12 consecutive days of regular classes, an advanced studies module, a writing deadline, the creation and affirmation of a new retreat to Iceland and an ... Read More...
Pratyahara
The darkness that envelops the sky after the completion of my evening classes lets me know that the winter Solstice is fast-approaching. Our daylight hours are seemingly short and the natural rhythm of nature is ... Read More...
Quiet Mind
Sunday afternoon I sat in the afterglow of the weekend's events. We celebrated the graduation of my yoga teacher trainees following the completion of their 200-hour course. We'd been working together for eight months and ... Read More...
All At Once
The past two weeks have been intense: we were delayed in Australia six hours for our return flight to the States; the morning after we arrived home, my Mom went to the emergency room; a tree fell across my sister's ... Read More...
Saturation
Last week I attended SYTAR (Symposium on Yoga Therapy and Research) in the beautiful coastal California city of Newport Beach. People come from all over the world to attend as this is hosted by IAYT (International ... Read More...
Quiet
Shhhhhhhh.... Hit your personal mute button for a moment and notice what sounds you hear. All of them. You may have to close your eyes and see how many and what type of sounds is coming into your awareness. How many ... Read More...
Tune In
One of the most sublime and transportive singing voices I've heard is that of Karnamitra Dasi. I've had the privilege of not only hearing her sing but of her speaking about how she sings. She describes trying to find the ... Read More...
Transitions
A snowbird friend of mine recently had to return home from a shorter than usual season here in the desert. I asked her how their season was and she replied, "It felt short. It's the transitions that kill me!". The ... Read More...
The Swing
Ever since I can remember I have loved swing sets. At recess in school I would bolt out of the classroom to ensure that I'd get a seat. Of course, I'd tire of that and head off to hang upside down on the monkey bars or ... Read More...
