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. Passionate late-blooming yoga teacher.
My first in person yoga classes begin
Bring a yoga mat! Look forward to seeing you if you are in available and nearby.
Despair and Grief – a world at war
The broken heart is a more eager vehicle for empathy where pain is a relay between the individual heart and the world of unknown misery so far away. The local and the global can leak towards each other when grief and sorrow meet an open heart. The proximate and immediate reel in suffering. No longer… Continue reading Despair and Grief – a world at war
Discovering Architect Arthur Erickson’s 1960 Alberta ‘Dyde House’
Architecture, as I see it, is the art of composing spaces in response to existing environmental conditions to answer a client's needs ... the building becomes the resolution between its inner being and the outer conditions. Arthur Erickson Arthur Erickson’s sketch of the Dyde House and landscape, 1960 In mid-October I was fortunate to be… Continue reading Discovering Architect Arthur Erickson’s 1960 Alberta ‘Dyde House’
Writing because I cannot watch
Yesterday’s video clips of war. An ugly war and all that came before. “Ugly”—a tired cliche—and true. The shudder of scary weeping as close as this phone in my hands.
The Beauty of Yoga
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
No Gate No Lock 