My co-teacher Veronika and I prepare to teach in our 300-hour Octopus Garden Holistic Yoga Advanced Teacher Training We came full circle. In about 1981, I introduced yoga to Kim Echlin, a fellow PhD student, now accomplished writer of many novels and other works. Kim remains my dear lifelong friend. The late inspiring Esther Myers… Continue reading The Beauty of Yoga
Author: janice williamson
A writerly subject. Lover of ideas, politics, social justice, and yoga. Schooled during second-wave feminism. Enlivened by my splendid daughter’s insights and energy. Retired after 32+ years as university professor into the creative splendour of time.
My Yoga – Towards Hanumasana ( Monkey Pose)
"Be soft in your practice. Think of the method as a fine silvery stream, not a raging waterfall. Follow the stream, have faith in its course. It will go on its own way, meandering here, trickling there. It will find the grooves, the cracks, the crevices. Just follow it. Never let it out of your… Continue reading My Yoga – Towards Hanumasana ( Monkey Pose)
Protected: Pandemic Journal 30/1/23 — Once upon a time, a fenec
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Pandemonium Journal 17/12/22 — of necropolitical conspiracy theorists, authoritarians, & fascists (things as they are in Alberta and abroad)
The bad guys and gals are winning too close to home.
Pandemonium Journal 3/12/22 — the glass bowl
Objects with a history follow your imagination into the past carving out their own stories. Years ago, my mother gifted me a glass bowl. A few months ago while visiting her, she told me once again to take the bowl home with me and I finally shipped it across the prairies from her Ontario farm.
Pandemic Journal — My visit to Tamworth, Ontario 30/8 – 2/9 22
Forty-eight years after after our last meeting, Hans and I rendezvous in Tamworth, Ontario, where he lives. A picture perfect village with a glorious bookstore. I feel such profound pleasure in experiencing this Ontario landscape. My return to Ontario is a homecoming. We recognize each other, Hans and I. Late in life, we think we know more than we knew then. Bookends in life. Today: Hans and I perform the present very well —a loving friendship with healed hearts this many years later.
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