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    Serenity Saturday, Oxfam Fundraiser, and Thanksgiving Week Classes (web version of newsletter)

    Dear Friends,

    I hope you weathered Ida and are enjoying the glorious days that are following her cleansing rains as we move into the first of the holidays.  Although I may have some thought-provoking questions about the historical basis for our Thanksgiving Day, I love taking the time as a society to get together to remember, to heal, and to share the abundance and give thanks for all that we have.  For me, one of my greatest sources of gratitude is the practice of yoga and our wonderful community.  Please join me for a gratitude-filled week of inner abundance:

    Serenity Saturday:  November 21st, 3pm-5pm at Capitol Hill Yoga

    Oxfam Yoga Fundraiser:  Thanksgiving morning, 10am-11:30am, at Willow Street Yoga, Takoma Park

    Class Schedule:  All open classes will be held as usual Tuesday, November 24th at Wm. Penn House (6:30pm) and Saturday, November 28th (Level 2 at 8:30am, Gentle/Therapeutic at noon) at Willow Street, Takoma Park.

    Regrets:  No house group practice, Wednesday, November 25th.

    More details on the website at www.rosegardenyoga.com.  To register in advance for Serenity Saturday, please visit www.capitolhillyoga.com.

    I look forward to seeing you soon and sharing the joy of the holiday season.

    Peace and light,

    Elizabeth

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    Web Version of May Newsletter–Invitation to the Dance

    Dear Friends,

    One of the most captivating elements of dance as artistic expression for me is that it has the capacity to show the beauty in the full range of emotions.  Whether the choreographer is telling a story or sharing an impression, making a political statement or expressing a feeling, the dancer’s inherent grace can show us that there is beauty in all things, helping us through the artistic medium to abide with what might otherwise seem emotionally intolerable and to celebrate more fully that which would naturally make our hearts sing.

    Since I first began practicing asana, it has been for me an embodiment of the dance.  The exquisite technique of the Anusara® principles of alignment  transformed healing work into a dance of exploration.  The expansion of my strength and flexibility in middle age — when because of my dance history I thought only would contract with age — allowed me to express progressively more fully the joy I find in my body.

    This year, John Friend’s overarching theme for his workshops and trainings around the world is “Dancing with the Divine.” The theme resonated especially fully for me because I started attending regularly last fall the Sunday contact improv jam on Capitol Hill and have been re-exploring dance after all the shifts I have made with an ever-deepening asana practice.  It has been with an eye towards not only my own dance, but the connection of the community, and our dance of relationship with our living planet that I am choosing which trainings and workshops to attend this year.

    When deciding what my study priorities are for the year, I look first at where my practice and teaching could benefit from some deep attention and wisdom offerings.  I look to the local offerings to deepen my connection to my home community and to minimize the environmental impact of getting to be in the same room as the teacher.  I am thoroughly appreciative of how wonderful it is to have a burgeoning and dedicated local community that has incredible teachers and draws others.  When planning which workshops or trainings with John Friend I will attend, I look at whether there is an opportunity to combine a training with a visit to friends or family or an opportunity to see art exhibits or museums that are of particular interest to me.  I like to go to any trainings that I can get to by train and, like even better when it happens, where I do not need a car once I get to the training/workshop location.

    Next dance for me with the bigger community is the Anusara Grand Circle in Stratton, Vermont for the summer solstice.  My heart expands with the anticipation of being in the mountains of Vermont with clear, starry nights and bright, vivid almost endless days for a gathering of fellow yoga dancers, those I already know and love, those whom I will get to know better, and those I will meet for the first time.

    It is especially exciting to know I will have the opportunity to study with some of the incredible teachers in the international community I am honored to know, but from whom I have not yet had the privilege of taking a class.  It is also a great opportunity to be with people who are just beginning to get excited about Anusara (gatherings like this are a great opportunity to study with John Friend without having the formal application process.)

    Local yogis, I look forward to seeing you in regular class offerings in the neighborhood and Willow Street, including just until the end of May, Thursday night restorative yoga.  I expect delightedly to see you, too, as fellow students at many of the incredible offerings both in and around DC and the country.

    And if any of you are interested in coordinating a trip to the Grand Circle to celebrate the solstice, send me an email.

    Peace and light,

    Elizabeth

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    Remembering Society’s All Too Recent Ancestors (the Suffragettes)–Please Vote

    My friend J.E. forwarded this email from her friend Kathy O., inviting me to share this with every woman I know.   This remembrance felt in kindred spirit with my honoring the Day of the Dead.

    This is the story of our Mothers and Grandmothers who lived only 90 years ago.




    Remember,  it was not until 1920 that  women were granted the right to go to the polls and  vote.

    The  women were innocent and defenseless, but they were  jailed nonetheless for picketing the White House,  carrying signs asking for the vote.

    And by  the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty  prison guards wielding clubs and their warden’s  blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women  wrongly convicted of ‘obstructing
    sidewalk  traffic.’



    (Lucy  Burns)
    They  beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars  above her head and left her hanging for the night,  bleeding and gasping for air.


    (Dora  Lewis)
    They  hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head  against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her  cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and  suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits  describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating,  choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the  women.

    Thus unfolded  the ‘Night of  Terror’ on Nov. 15, 1917, when  the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia  ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the  suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to  picket Woodrow Wilson’s White House for the right  to vote. For  weeks, the women’s only water came from an open pail.  Their food–all of it colorless slop–was infested  with worms.

    (Alice  Paul)
    When  one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger  strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down  her throat and poured liquid into her until she  vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until  word was smuggled out to the press.
    http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/collections/suffrage/nwp/prisoners.pdf
    <http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/collections/suffrage/nwp/prisoners.pdf>

    So,  refresh my memory. Some women won’t vote this year  because — -why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We  have to get to work? Our vote doesn’t matter? It’s  raining?

    (Mrs. Pauline Adams in the  prison garb she wore while serving a sixty-day  sentence.)

    Last  week, I went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO’s  new movie ‘Iron Jawed Angels.’ It is a graphic  depiction of the battle these women waged so that I  could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have  my say. I am ashamed to say I needed the  reminder.

    (Miss Edith Ainge, of  Jamestown , New York )
    All  these years later, voter registration is still my  passion. But the actual act of voting had become less  personal for me, more rote. Frankly, voting often felt  more like an obligation than a privilege.   Sometimes it was inconvenient.

    (Berthe  Arnold, CSU graduate)
    My  friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women’s  history, saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by  my desk to talk about it, she looked angry. She  was–with herself. ‘One thought kept coming back to me  as I watched that movie,’ she said. ‘What would those  women think of the way I use, or don’t  use, my right  to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just  younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn.’  The right to vote, she said, had become valuable to  her ‘all over again.’

    HBO released the movie on  video and DVD . I wish all history, social studies and  government teachers would include the movie in their  curriculum. I want it shown on Bunco night, too, and  anywhere else women gather. I realize this isn’t our  usual idea of
    socializing, but we are not voting  in the numbers that we should be, and I think a little  shock therapy is in order.



    (Conferring over ratification  [of the 19th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution] at  [National Woman’s Party]
    headquarters, Jackson Pl  [ace] [ Washington , D.C. ]. L-R Mrs. Lawrence Lewis,  Mrs. Abby Scott Baker, Anita Pollitzer, Alice Paul,  Florence Boeckel, Mabel Vernon (standing,  right))
    It is  jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to  persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane  so that she could be permanently institutionalized.  And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice  Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn’t make  her crazy. The doctor admonished the men: ‘Courage in  women is often mistaken for insanity.’

    Please, if  you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you  know. We need to get out and vote and use this right  that was fought so hard for by these very courageous  women. Whether you vote democratic, republican or  independent party – remember to  vote
    .



    (Helena Hill Weed, Norwalk ,  Conn. Serving 3 day sentence in D.C. prison for  carrying banner, ‘Governments derive their just powers  from the consent of the  governed.’)

    History  is being made.


    So,  refresh my memory again. Some women won’t vote this  year because – why, exactly?

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    Fine Day in the Garden

    Yesterday I went out into the garden first thing and fed and deadheaded and trimmed and harvested and pulled seedlings and rearranged and swept for several hours.  One of the most delightful things about planting decoratively with herbs and greens is that trimming and pulling things back transforms directly into meals and gifts for neighbors and friends.  My visitor to the garden walked away with bunches of oregano, lemon balm, and mint and lemon balm with roots to plant in her own garden.  We drank a cool lemon-mint infusion (mixture of spearmint, peppermint, lemon balm, and lemon verbena) and ate a few strawberries (some from the garden, some from the farmers’ market).  Later in the day, my lunch included a salad with lettuce, radishes, baby spinach and chard, spring onions, and various herbs.  For dinner, I used chard, beets, and green onions to make a stew of chickpeas and greens.

    With today’s rain, everything will keep flourishing, and I’ll be out there doing the same later in the week.  My morning visitor and I agreed that one of the great delights of gardening is that the garden always welcomes more attention.  The garden never asks to be left alone; it drinks in whatever attention and nourishment we are able to offer and returns it with grace.  There are few things that both are comfortable with steady attention and fully nurture us the more attention we give.  I find that meditation, too, always gives and receives graciously steady attention, which is one of its great gifts and joys.

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