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Yoga
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Monday Muppet Mind
Monday, and a week into Advent. A lousy night’s sleep and a cold, wet morning. A cup of coffee in a teacup this morning. I’d pulled the cup from the cupboard thinking it would be nice to hold in my hands: warm ceramic with steaming coffee. You get the picture. But that’s not reality. The…
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Where the Wood Drake Rests
“[… ] I come to into the peace of wild things / who do not tax their lives with forethought / of grief.”from “The Peace of Wild Things” by Wendell Berry This morning E. stops me in the kitchen and wraps his arms around me, and I find it annoying – this intrusion into my…
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Continuing on a Theme
Practicing contentment is a radical act in a consumption-driven society. ROBIN WALL KIMMERER It’s interesting that after years of charting my moods on the advice of therapists with various degrees, the Buddhist teacher I listen to now talks about “feelings”. In this system of categorizing, there are only three feelings: pleasant, unpleasant, or neutral. Moods…
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What I Need to Hear
This morning things seemed to edge into a familiar groove. E. is home again, and Leonard stuck his cold nose in my face just before the clock went off. Dog bladders make the most urgent alarm clocks. I let Leonard out to pee, E. and I pull on wool clothes and running shoes and head…
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A Serious Practice
It’s been a little over three years now since I returned to a daily yoga practice. And I’ve only recently realized how radically my practice has changed. 26 minutes on the mat, 6 minutes on the cushion. 32 minutes a day, imperfectly in the moments. While the (almost) daily effort has been intentional, this change…
