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The rigor of curiosity and the necessity of chaos

The Vernal Equinox was yesterday. It was a good day here at my modest home in central Mexico. Being a Friday, my calendar was wide open. I had a strong morning yogasana practice on my roof, and it was warm enough for shorts. I asked my husband to document the fact that I was wearing said shorts, because this has been a profound shift for me into acceptance~ and delight!~ as I slide my 54 year old legs into snug shorts designed for yoga practitioners. What that picture also reveals is that my Svarga Dvidasana (‘Bird of Paradise’ pose) needs some work.

My writing needs some focused time and attention, too, as do a number of creative projects lying about my office. When I settled into my chair at 6:00am to edit a piece I wrote for another blog site, my first click was to open Facebook (doesn’t EVERYONE go to Facebook for inspiration?) A friend of mine is in Nepal right now and she had just posted a photograph of boats scattered by the shore of Lake Pokhara. I was struck and inspired by that image… because as I was sneaking over to the ol’ FB, I was chewing on the phrase ‘the rigor of creativity’. Seeing the jumble of boats the phrase ‘the necessity of chaos’ leapt to mind. And therein lay my ‘Aha!’ moment.

As much as I crave structure and experience joy when I have met a self-imposed deadline, I am a devotee of Serendipity and her glorious attendants. As much as I rely on creating space in my life for her fortuitous visits, I love just as much to show up to tasks with dedication and focus. I derive a sense of accomplishment from tracking my progress, be it my 120th blog post, a finished piece of embroidery, or rising up strong and tall on my yoga mat in some pose that has been eluding me.

In honor of all that, I have made myself a modest challenge. To show up, for seven days straight, to three areas of my life that sustain me and give them the nourishment of my attention, devotion and care on a daily basis:

  • Mind: One piece of writing + one hour of reading
  • Body: One yogasana practice + food, glorious food, lovingly prepared vegetarian paleo (sheesh, that takes a LOT of forethought!)
  • Soul: One hour of handwork (currently on an embroidery fixation) + one solid hour outdoors (just being in it)


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Giving good yoga, one-on-one.

As more and more people show up for yoga classes, teachers might consider adding private and semi-private sessions to their repertoire. I began to offer this service about 8 years ago, once I felt well-established in my teaching skills. I had enough hours on the mat, specialized training, and the confidence to work with adults… Continue reading Giving good yoga, one-on-one.

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re: moving/ re-moving/ removing

our yoga mat* is a static thing, with borders, surface texture, a right side and a wrong side. it defines our place of practice. when it is rolled open on the floor it stays there, mostly mute. we go to it. it can creep and ripple and slide depending on its texture, our style of practice,… Continue reading re: moving/ re-moving/ removing

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At the vernal equinox

At the end of my last blog post, I posed some questions: “… there is now so much in my various practices that feels familiar. i can identify more clearly the things that scare me, or the things i want to avoid, so might this mean i have arrived at the next threshold? am i at… Continue reading At the vernal equinox

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my st. patty’s day sweat lodge. oh, really?

i could write about the temazcal experience from a humorous point of view. who in their right mind would pay to subject themselves to a ritual that can last for hours, in the dark, potentially with people you have never met before, singing things in languages you don’t understand (and therefore have no idea whose… Continue reading my st. patty’s day sweat lodge. oh, really?