Meditation: Train in real conditions

I teach a meditation class at a busy fitness centre. The room is bright, well-equipped with blocks and cushions, and located immediately next to the area designated for weight-lifting. As we practice, the room sometimes vibrates with the impact of weights hitting the floor. The steady beat of pop music and the sounds of metal… read more…

Whatever is needed

This post is an excerpt from my August 2018 e-newsletter. Not signed up? Click here to receive updates and musings from me 3-4 times per year.  Do you have a favourite verse or quote? In trying to make sense of my life, particularly when going through something challenging or starting something new, I’ve often relied on… read more…

Home from India: Poetry

Days cool like a bath you’ve fallen asleep in. This is a line from a poem I wrote many years ago, but it keeps coming to mind this week as the weather shifts towards fall. Other poems are surfacing also, like the poetry I wrote last October as I traveled through Bhutan and India. This… read more…

I am not the moon

There’s a saying I love: A finger pointing at the moon is not the moon. I would add, if you meet a finger who thinks she’s the moon, walk the other way. And don’t expect from the finger what you imagine about the moon. The finger spent a long time searching before she looked up…. read more…

The yoga of dying: Corpse pose

I recently had my first opportunity to speak on the intersection of yoga and death. In the week leading up to my talk, I had blocked off time in my calendar to prepare, but instead of using this time to write, I ended up sick in bed, high on cold medicine, unable to work. I… read more…