Included in the asana today at Cyndi Lee’s day of workshops at Willow Street Yoga was one of my very favorites: anantasana–the serpent couch of Vishnu. Nataraja, dancing his wild dance, was watching. People outside went about their ordinary and extraordinary lives.
For yogis, of course, it seems not even remotely ridiculous that the only true revolution is one motivated by love. (Photo compliments of a friend whose phone was capturing the image better than was mine.)
By the way, do you have an idea of what having/working your core or strengthening your core actually means? I believe it is something of much debate in certain circles.
Roundabout route to William Penn House to lead the Tuesday night yoga practice. Come join us some time.
I am aware that jet fuel and car gasoline from my travels is something I should consider every time I go. I try to travel by train when I can, or by bus, but I also consider my need to get out of my current environment, to connect with people and places and language that are not that to which I’m habituated, especially in these divisive times.
I hired a shared car to take me from the airport to Taos and then from Taos to Santa Fe–having no other choice than but renting a car for myself to get to the location of the retreat, but took the train from Santa Fe to Albuquerque on my way back home. It was convenient and a pleasant ride.
