Saturday, May 7, 2011

All At Once




all at once like a flash flood of love, grace, and need,
the Heart finds its release

- Gus Brett


Friday, May 6, 2011

Feeling Of Openness


The feeling of openness is always accompanied with a feeling of softness.  


- Chandra Alexander



Thursday, May 5, 2011

No Longer Strangers

























Jeremy lives in West Philly in a house with a yard. 
He rides his bike across the city to work every day. 
He loves greens. 
His friends are farmers. 
He likes to cook vegetables, just barely. 
But I have a soft spot for Southern collard greens, way overcooked.
He wants to create beautiful things with wood.


It's a lovely thing sharing stories with strangers because, well, then they're no longer strangers...



Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Unfurl


























Unfurling is easier than we make it.


Or should I say I make it.


Find the ease and joy in unfurling.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

That Laughing Thing

















Dad said:


I am overwhelmed by the graciousness of life


Wow, was all I could say.


Then he started that laughing thing again.



Monday, May 2, 2011

Reindeer Games

























Now that I'm teaching yoga at a local spa four days a week, I never know who's going to show up. Especially for the 7:15 in the morning class. The women change from week to to week; all ages, shapes, sizes...and stories.


Lisa sat down on a mat. Mary arrived with a book.
"Have you ever practiced yoga before?"
Heads shook no.
"Would you like to join us?" I asked, nodding to Mary.
"I think I'll just observe," she said, clutching her book.
"That's fine. Okay, so right now, we're simply breathing. Let's sit up, long lovely spine. No forcing, just noticing the rise and fall of the breath."


The room grew very still. I counted three breath cycles before cracking one eye to check on Mary. She was sitting on the bench, looking like someone who wants to jump in the pool, come to the party, join in the reindeer games, but wasn't sure how. 


"You could sit and breath with us." I said, "If you want."


Mary left her book on the bench and came down onto a mat. 


Now there were three of us, eyes closed, breathing.