I had a conversation with sorrow today. She’d been taking up so much space, so heavy, all around. Asked her what she wanted me to know. First, she said, not with words but with energy, “You’re not the only one with sorrow.” She didn’t say it to reprimand, just acknowledging.   This breath in. This …

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I could be having a bad day. I could be heartbroken about the state of my country. I could be tired, I could be hungry. I could be temporarily off coffee. I could be worried about my kids or a myriad of perfectly acceptable things to worry about. But stepping into the role of teacher, …

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I am a stalker of sunsets. I will drop everything and hop in my car driving five minutes to a nearby lake if I think I might catch a two-minute glimpse. Driving down a rural highway, I will make a U-turn and pull my car over for the right sunset. I don’t understand why everyone …

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Class was getting settled, I started them out lying on the back. I was guiding them to lengthen the breath, and just as they were dropping into their practice, a tiny elderly woman in sneakers entered the room and marched directly toward me. “I’m a hundred years old and I’m blind in one eye,” is …

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After a recent yoga class a student came up and asked, “Are you always this peaceful?” I looked her in the eye and said, “Nooooo! I’m a terror.” And we laughed!  (I do believe she thought I was kidding). Terror might be a little harsh, but no, I am not always peaceful. I told her …

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One time, many years ago, in another state, I was a yoga student at a crowded studio. There was a teacher there everyone loved. She was bubbly and sweet and had studied with one of the best known and respected teachers in India. She knew her anatomy, knew her stuff. I do not think she …

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