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I don’t have much family, and I know little about the family I have. I am the one living with this photograph (the only one I’ve seen) of my maternal great grandmother because we are the only two with frizzy hair. The story I heard about her was that she gave birth to my grandmother en route from Eastern Europe and carried her across the ocean to the lower East Side.
This Ganesha makes me think about that level of determination –what we can do when we figure out how to turn a rat into a ride.

Spring flowers are not much more ephemeral than are we from the perspective of infinity (or even geological time). I think one of the central aims of yoga philosophy is to make some sense of the need for recognition of our own place and worthiness, while still acknowledging our undeniable individual smallness in the vast web of being. In that light, it seeks to offer us awareness of some idea of ourselves that is infinite and not just our distinct finitude.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
“I realize that often I don’t listen,” said one young woman to her friend. “So I started winding a pipe cleaner around my finger.”
“A pipe cleaner?!” responded her friend.
“Yes. A pipe cleaner. When I realize I’m not paying attention I touch it, and that helps me listen.”
To myself, I thought, “well, if it works for her, although perhaps at some point she can just notice and would no longer need the pipe cleaner.”
And then the next morning, among the things I saw discarded on my walk–a rather fancy pipe cleaner.
