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Yoga
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A Glass Dancer
I haven’t been able to write this week. I’ve been unraveling from the edges that brush against the world. The softness falls away, and I am a skeleton of splintered glass. Balancing fractured surfaces upright. I took a course once on trauma and movement and the instructor said something that shifted my perspective. Drama teachers…
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Returning to a Headstand Practice
This morning I lay in bed for a while. Saturdays are slow. When I looked at the far wall of the bedroom, it was as if I were seeing it for the first time. The texture of the paint over the texture of the plaster. The neatly-fitting edges of the fireplace insert. The eggshell white…
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Knowing the What, Not the Why
A difficult night last night. Three a.m. text messages are never good news. Even when the news is edged with hope: a turn for the better, an “it could be much worse”. It’s not the knowing that all things are impermanent that is comfort, it’s the acceptance of this. And I am forced to redefine…
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Playground with Dreamcatcher
I haven’t been sleeping well. Though I suspect few of us are these days. This weekend several of the local lakes were declared to be “safe”, then on Sunday two men fell through the ice of two different lakes. On the other side of the country, an environmental activist fell through and died. I know…
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Pushing Towards the Sun
I’ve been struggling with inflammation and the overall discomfort that brings. But we we did a Sunday run anyway. I need it most when I want it least. It rained. I actually can’t remember the last time I went outside and it was not raining. Everything is on the edge of freezing, and at two-thirty…