Yesterday I wrote about negotiating “the last stretch” both in and out of the yoga studio. I wrote about wanting to lie down just before the finish line, and curl up against the wall with my water and towel. A friend of mine, a very wise and perceptive friend, left a comment on yesterday’s blog. . . . → Read More: Comfort Only Goes So Far
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Every yoga class is a long, hard, 90 minute journey. I start out vigorous, strong and ready to dig in. By the fifth pose I’m reaffirming my grit. After battling breathing, dizziness, balancing, heat, and sweat, I begin to settle in and get down to business. The rest of the standing series passes productively. The . . . → Read More: The Last Stretch This past week I’ve learned a thing or two about wisdom. It’s not anything like my perception of it was. I always thought wisdom was knowing what was right in a certain situation and making sure the people involved knew it too. Not in a bad, self-serving, way of course, but always in a loving, . . . → Read More: Wisdom – Less, Not More Valentine’s Day is not just for lovers. It is for love, period. Every one of us has at least one person we love. Most of us have have as many as five people that are not mere acquaintances, or even close friends, but something more. I’m talking about those few people we can count on . . . → Read More: To REALLY Love Nicki Minaj’s performance was beyond elaborate and expensive to put on. Yet it was tweeted as “people were outraged” by it. Adele – with just a black dress and a microphone resulted in six Grammys and everyone is enamored with her. Why is that? I don’t think it’s a judgement of each artist’s style. I . . . → Read More: The “Adele of the Ball” Impact Writing Pains is the name of another blog I keep under lock and key where I record my day to day angst at squeezing out words. Today I decided to post my writing pains here. This morning I got up early and was still feeling the effects of Whiney Houston’s passing and on the . . . → Read More: Writing Pains! You know the old adage where the shoemaker’s children are the ones without shoes? I’m certainly a member of this school. Being a teacher for many years, the philosophy of learning that I firmly believed in was spiral teaching – reviewing everything learned for a few seconds each day and gradually adding new concepts to . . . → Read More: “Duh” When you love someone who doesn’t understand love the road is a long, excruciatingly painful one. You think you have two choices – turn and walk away or press on with it. In reality, even though the other option exists, if you really do understand love, you only have one choice. In the words of . . . → Read More: Something About Love Life really is like a butterfly. The harder you try to catch anything or do anything in life, the more elusive it becomes. Whereas if you turn your attention to the many areas that make up your life, giving each it’s due focus, that butterfly will come and land softly on your shoulder – and . . . → Read More: Life Is Like A Butterfly Yesterday I said life was made up of trials, triumphs, and the mundane. The days of trials and triumphs are hit n’ miss. The mundane connects them. Today was one of those mundane days. You know – the rare day when you don’t move too fast, accomplish a lot, or even have anything peak your . . . → Read More: Those Mundane Days |
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