Spotty Internet in the Hills
Know I have photos and stories, but it may be another week. Thinking of Home and seeking sweetness and nourishment to fuel myself for the continuing struggles.
Know I have photos and stories, but it may be another week. Thinking of Home and seeking sweetness and nourishment to fuel myself for the continuing struggles.
It is always a temptation for me to stay home when it is cold and dark, to miss yoga class (when I am student, not teacher), to do my own practice and read and cook and play with the cat, rather than to be more engaged with all that is outside — friends, group yoga, and all the offerings of the city. I am always happier, though, for having gone out. Home is much more pleasing after an interlude with the outside. And if I dress right, it is even enjoyable to walk out in the cold, dark, rain, and say hello to all the dog walkers.
Ganesha helping me wave goodbye to the patriarchy.
Artist: Deborah Oak Cooper, gift from ReyaMellicker.com
I don’t think that invocations and prayers alone are sufficient, and I believe they can support the emotional wherewithal for right action for those who are doing both.

To study with Paul Muller-Ortega, to gather with fellow students, to meditate, and to chant (with reverence, sensitivity, and honor) the names of Shiva.