A New Class I have a new class beginning in January at the Strathcona Community League Tuesdays from 10-11:15am MST for 8 weeks from Jan 7 - Feb 20. Register here. My ongoing Saturday morning class 9:15-10:30 at the Westwood Unitarian Congregation is attended by a wonderful group of students. Join us any Saturday at… Continue reading I feel so fortunate to be able to teach yoga into my seventies. It brings me joy.
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A Visit To My Mother’s Farm
July 3, 2024 Arrived at my mother’s farm for a visit. The landscape a balm. The inner landscape less optimistic. The words come in repetitive echoes of regret or tentative storying about mysterious figures and bleak recognition. July 4, 2022 My misery is recorded above after a 12-hour car-plane-train-train-bus-car trip that ended in Ontario humid… Continue reading A Visit To My Mother’s Farm
Pandemic Journal 12/2/22: The Bridge – what yoga means to me
Yoga means “to yoke”, to join, to bridge. “Only connect”, wrote novelist E M Forester when I read his famous novel Howard’s End in my first undergraduate English class in 1969. My professor said: Only connect. For me, now more than fifty years later, yoga’s connections expand into a rejuvenation of the body and the mind. Yoga means holding out for more. Not giving up or giving in. It means giving up. Giving in. Yoga means sensual pleasure and the erotic spring. It means contemplative disembodied reflection. Yoga means somewhere between these spaces of opposition - an ease in whatever emerges.
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