A Memory of My Grandmother
My Grandma Rose (for whom the name of this blog is partly in tribute) was a very important part of my childhood. She had a small, but lovely apartment in Brooklyn Heights, and I spent about a weekend a month… (READ MORE)
My Grandma Rose (for whom the name of this blog is partly in tribute) was a very important part of my childhood. She had a small, but lovely apartment in Brooklyn Heights, and I spent about a weekend a month… (READ MORE)
Permits all approved; grant application confirmed as complete by DC government; Master supplier application received by PEPCO; materials delivered to roof today; electricians scheduled to come tomorrow.
This weekend, a friend whose marriage of decades is precipitating towards dissolution, said to me, “I am having trouble reconciling being yogic and still needing to do what I need to do in connection with divorce. How do I deal… (READ MORE)
Basil, chard, mint, cucumber, echinacea, lavender, lemongrass, jalapeno, kale, thyme. Picked all the egg plants and the cucumbers big enough to eat before taking the photographs. Not a good year for tomatoes.
Uma and Sully know that if they keep coming to their food bowl at some point it will be full. So too, I am firm in my belief that if I keep coming to my mat and my meditation cushion,… (READ MORE)
But what should we think about doing next?
This murti of Nataraja has been in the window of a store near where I work for at least 20 years. I often walk past is and just as often stop to admire it. I have never really considered taking… (READ MORE)
1 in 20 people in DC have HIV.
I left the house this morning around 7:30 to go up and teach my regular classes at Willow Street, Takoma Park. In the afternoon, I led a restorative workshop. It was delightful to be with two dozen yogis who decided… (READ MORE)