First one at the fence carefully places his thick soled boot onto a lower wire, pressing down. Another person uses two hands to lift the barbed wires above. Tall, short, limber or stiff, we pass through one by one with a minimum of snags. A nearby grove of Mexican oak trees offers the perfect rest spot. The biggest acorns I… Continue reading Bushwhacking in the ‘alto plano’ of central Mexico (part 2)
Our morning began quietly enough. Fill the water bottles, pack up snacks, throw something hot and caffeinated down the gullet, hustle by taxi to the Pemex station. Divvy up into groups (based on destination), climb into awaiting cars, and arrive at the trailhead. Here in central Mexico, a trailhead could be a dirt soccer pitch (with or without players on… Continue reading Bushwhacking in the ‘alto plano’ of central Mexico (part 1)
Back in May, 2015, before I even packed a suitcase or planned much of an itinerary beyond purchasing plane tickets, I made a fairly significant decision. I quit identifying as a ‘Yoga Teacher’. I hollered my frustration at my office walls, and I hollered my grief into the spacious sky above my desert walking ground. I… Continue reading ‘What I Did On My Summer Vacation’
During my between-colleges waitressing days, I met a man named Roger. He was a bear of a man, who handled the tools of his forge and the thick ceramic coffee mugs at the diner with equal poise. Roger introduced me to Japanese architecture with a book titled ‘The Elegant Japanese House’. I pulled that book out this morning, and when… Continue reading The people we meet along the way
This nosegay of wildflowers was collected on an evening walk my husband and I took through the local botanical preserve, El Charco del Ingenio. We have had so much rain this year in central Mexico that the flowers and grasses of the high desert are blooming riotously… furiously… abundantly. As we walk along the trails, the scents… Continue reading Rituals of Self-Care: Stepping Into Nature
This October I get to travel from my home in central Mexico to my old haunts in New England, and all of my senses are in ‘anticipation’ mode! I haven’t seen maple trees in their fiery cloaks in over three years, nor caught that particular smell that forests get when transitioning into autumn. The delight of travel… Continue reading Traveling Yogini: Into the Woods
I wrote this piece, titled ‘longing’ in April, 2014: i have rarely lived so far from a sea or an ocean, some salty place i could swim in, paddle on, dive into and otherwise be refreshed, renewed, and recharged by. my deliquescent nature is drawn thin, made brittle and fractious by these desert-dry months of… Continue reading Rituals of Self-Care: Ask, then be ready to receive.