When does yoga start?

A student pokes her head through the door to ask, “When does yoga start?” So many responses come to mind: “On the inhale” “When you were born” “Your last class never ended” But I know what she means, so I reply, “12:15, you’ve got 10 minutes.” (Another student recently reminded me of the time she… read more…

On being death positive

Driving home from the dentist this week, my son initiated a conversation about final disposition. Well, actually, he initiated a conversation about mummification and Ancient Egypt, but I took the opportunity to ask him whether he’d prefer to be buried or cremated when he dies. “Buried”, he said. “In a coffin or in a shroud?”… 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…