Posts Tagged ‘personal development’

Transition Practice

May 8th, 2013    -    No Comments

In yoga class, and other mindful movement forms, we learn that breath directs our attention, and we learn to slow down transitions between postures. I’ve taught yoga and I’ve said such words. Great ideas! Fun in class! But off the mat, I’m not so sure I lived like these truths were true. This spring-time energyRead the Rest…


From getting to letting

March 28th, 2013    -    5 Comments

From getting to letting. For someone more familiar and comfortable with orchestrating, a wonderful euphemism for controlling, letting has become a practice into ease and peace. What, you may wonder, is letting in the first place? Letting is an access to allowing. A friend shared it perfectly inside of her relationship. “I just let him,”Read the Rest…


Dojo Day 3

January 25th, 2013    -    No Comments

 Day 3 of 3, Read Day One and Day Two. Reflection: I give myself away to these questions and let the poems alter me. I invite you to do the same. Inquiry: What are you made for? How do you deal with loss? Do you have to earn love? What is your current name forRead the Rest…


Dojo Day 2

January 23rd, 2013    -    No Comments

Part 2 of 3. Read Day one here… Inquiry: What do you love? Who do you love? What are you working on now in your life? We dissolve one shape to take on another through practice. What shape awaits you? Whose life are you trying to save? Can you hear your own voice yet? Poetry:Read the Rest…


Making Mistakes

March 16th, 2011    -    2 Comments

Supposedly Albert Einstein recommended we all make nine mistakes a day, so as to live a life of learning. The teacher who shared this admitted he felt three was sufficient to get the point. We all laughed. The laughter and recognition in ourselves of our own mistake-making was a great way to diffuse any tensionRead the Rest…


cleaning house: why wait? (part 2)

October 27th, 2010    -    No Comments

Why did I wait? I waited out of fear and avoidance, distraction and disillusion. I was scared. I was in scarcity-thinking. These are some of the powerhouse weapons of scarcity I use most. I think now I can claim that when something piles up and hangs around in my space, that it’s an indication I am relating to it in scarcity, not like it’s wrong or bad, but that it might be starting to suck my energy and drain some attention from what I care about.


cleaning house: why wait? (part 1)

October 20th, 2010    -    No Comments

My family is preparing to move out of our house and into a new space. This requires, as you are most likely familiar, a sifting through some many number of years of purchases, piles and files, corners and drawers, bins and boxes. It’s an odd exercise, I am finding, but has its satisfying moments. BagsRead the Rest…


Noble Silence

August 30th, 2010    -    No Comments

When I registered for a three day meditation retreat where I will sit in “noble silence” at the time it felt like the right course of action for my personal development. I have dabbled with mediation for about seven years but I wouldn’t say I have a bona fide practice. I had been talking toRead the Rest…


driving and social fabric

August 9th, 2010    -    2 Comments

What is it, I thought, that has someone react with such venom when someone else is clearly under enormous stress? Isn’t that stress, or distress, the source of their erratic and disturbing behavior in the first place? I think that our sense of knowing each other, our sense that each person is doing their best at any given moment, that we are somehow in this together, is hidden from our view and missing in our hearts. This hole in our social fabric, this fraying of our knowing each other, of our sense of deep and real connection to all living being, permits us not to notice, or to even assume the best. This tear in the social fabric makes it ok to beep and yell and gesture in ways that only cause more harm.


thank you dears: Sacred Anything (Part 2)

July 7th, 2010    -    1 Comment

For my birthday you gifted me a very generous shopping spree, and this past weekend I went shopping. I prepared for the trip. I wrote a blog it. I thought about which location would be most nourishing. What timing would be most relaxing. And what exactly I needed and the feeling I wanted to have while wearing it. Anything can be sacred, I declared in my thinking about this most loving gift of clothes and of facing my fear of shopping.


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