State of the Garden
How delightful that it was cool enough to sit outside with my work this afternoon. Maitri kept me company.

How delightful that it was cool enough to sit outside with my work this afternoon. Maitri kept me company.

After a full work day and a Board meeting at William Penn House, I joined those at the Supreme Court affirming their engagement, crying out their resolve, their outrage, their grief, their hope.

United States Supreme Court, July 9, 2018 (chanting, “hey, hey, ho, ho, the patriarchy has got to go…”
When I was coming downstairs in my building today, I overheard someone say to her colleague, “she said it wasn’t yoga; it was a core workout.”
I didn’t hear anything else. I wonder whether it was the teacher, a student, or an observer who was the “she” being quoted. I wonder what the person I heard speaking and what the person she quoted meant by yoga.
As for the “core workout,”I’m pretty sure, based on the location of the conversation–stairwell in a Federal office building–that by “core workout” it meant a class in the gym focused on toning and strengthening abdominal muscles.
In contemplating this snippet of conversation, I decided that yoga is the best core workout I know, if by core we mean center or essential–the very heart of being. What is yoga other than practicing and applying certain techniques to try and better live and act from the core of our being? Toned abs, if we get them, are just a bonus.
asked Mrs. G, a neighbor who is nearer 90 than 70. “Not too bad yet,” I replied. What we really meant was “Mornin'” and “Good morning to you too.” It was not the time to say that I find the heat, when I listen to it, helps me get perfectly still, and when I follow the directive to stillness I’m easy in the heat.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
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.
