JOURNAL
Note Your Joy
There is so much I want to say about this moment in history but I will resist because no matter how I think about it or talk about it, I land in the toxic binary , the ‘us ‘ and ‘them’… and I can’t stand that way of thinking for one more moment. The powers that be depend on our separation, bifurcation, judgement, and fear, which I will do my best to reject.
My head and my heart are working out strategies for connecting and healing…
Trees
I’ve been really seeing trees all summer. I’ve been on porches and paths and docks for several weeks — near white pines and red pines, cedar, spruce, and birch trees. Normally, I long for community and all the distractions of the city when I’m away, but this summer I took comfort in the company of trees.
On the Path
Visiting West Texas recently I saw this sign:
...and I decided to interpret it as a life instruction — although I assume it was meant to protect from rattlesnake encounters.
Grace. Steady.
When I was in my twenties, I was personal assistant to an artist here in NYC. He was very ill and eventually died from cancer. His family and friends were present throughout his final days and I was able to watch the whole process with relative objectivity. I remember most vividly his partner — so steady and calm at his bedside day after day until he was gone. I couldn't fathom her grace. What she was doing seemed impossible and unbearable.
Tolerance, Love, Apex Stillness
When I was 8 or 9 I became fascinated with Gandhi. I honestly don’t know how this happened to me down in Houston Texas in 1975. It was before the epic movie starring Ben Kingsley, and I was not raised in a family with any proximity to Hinduism or Indian culture. Mysterious.
October
I’m drawn to this image of making something sacred out of so much awkwardness. September has felt so awkward: the weather doesn’t know what to do, I don’t feel easy in this 'getting older’ thing — am I supposed to behave differently? Dress differently? — I don’t know how this new empty nest family configuration is supposed to work… my mind is all over the place in meditation and so on… so many stones to stumble over.
Transitions, Letting Go, Infrastructure
I tend to avoid the instruction to 'just let go' when I am teaching my classes — even during deep, restful poses. It's because when I'm practicing and I hear that instruction, I tend to rebel and grab on tight. Also, it's just hard — to let go. What does that even mean?
Hey August
I got excited the other day when I saw a bird with a deep iridescent green head in the yard of my in-law's Northern Michigan summer cottage. I quickly pulled out my phone to ID and to send a picture to my ornithologist brother. I was sure I had seen something unusual and unprecedented.
Sample Newsletter
This is a sample of my typical newsletter — general musings, updates and the occasional playlist.