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.
Location: Anywhere I am in my own body, which is pretty much everywhere, all the time. The living room of my second floor apartment (temporary quarters for this rather fluid time in my life). Satellite locations include the Atlantic Ocean (mid-coast Maine), the high desert of central Mexico. Investigative tools and materials include: Walls covered with white… Continue reading The ‘Fluid Yoga’ Research Lab
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
‘Eumorpha typhon’. One of these hawk moths showed up in our courtyard yesterday. Picking it up, gently, tenderly, I was struck by the size and the velveteen softness of its body, and all the shades of vermillion and brown it wore. It had been clinging to a stucco wall, near to the ground, and appeared to… Continue reading Stopping for a Moth
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
Herewith my somewhat stream of consciousness thoughts after the St. Patrick’s Day temazcal: i arrive at el charco via taxi. familiar faces are already there, and introductions are made (funny how in such a small town, one can hear about certain people for a long, long time before actually meeting them, and then when you DO… Continue reading After the sweat
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?