Found Quotation


The moon was incredibly full and bright in a clear sky tonight. When I was walking home from work, I saw a tourist taking pictures of the Capitol. “You’ll want to photograph the moon,” I said, after having just taken a few pictures myself. “Yes, I did,” he replied with a big grin.
As bright as was the moon, the street lights would not have needed to be on so fully as when the moon is just a sliver of a crescent. As I gazed in awe at the luminous beauty of the moon, I thought also about the wondrousness of electric street lights. How is it that we so often take for granted electricity, but marvel at the moon? Is not light in all its forms a source of wonder when we stop to remember? Why resent the street lights for dimming the beauty of the moon when we can instead see their own beauty?
We did have practice at William Penn House, but I fell asleep before posting. Here’s the front window of William Penn House. We’re going to work on a sign for the yoga.

I saw three rabbits, as well-blended into their environment as they were, and also a hawk circling overhead.
What natural and acquired protection do you have?
How much does you more harm than good?
Of course, I am asking myself the same questions.

Last weekend I devoted most of my time to live-streaming the “Accessible Yoga Conference.” This conference, consistent with other workshops on this and related topics involved listening to many personal stories and careful examination of language—what language perpetuates harm and which fosters inclusion, recognition, nonjudgment, etc.
The fact that “accessible yoga” is a thing was observed to be evidence that for all that the yoga philosophy invites recognition and honor of the spirit in all, what is considered “yoga” in the “West”is another microcosm of cis, het, racist, patriarchal, colonialist capitalism.