A Costume in Search of a Choreographer
There is a merging, more than ever, between my own asana practice and improvisational dance around the formal language of the asanas.

There is a merging, more than ever, between my own asana practice and improvisational dance around the formal language of the asanas.

Today, again, at the Supreme Court.

Found yesterday. Today, I managed to stay inside working.

It’s not something I see everyday: a whistling old man sticking his thumb out for a ride. Pretty sure the first ride he will be offered (or would actually take) is the bus, but I imagine he will be happy with that.
I have no idea what was going on in his mind. Witnessing him made me hope that the older I get, the happier not only will I be, but will be my recollection of the past, however crazy I might appear to be.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
A year ago I met Maitri, then being called Banana, in foster care. In honor of our anniversary, here’s another day of Maitri pictures, along with an excerpt from Layla F Saad’s “Me and White Supremacy.” (Note: DC residents, DC public library has made an unlimited number of e-books available to borrow.)
