At the Bus Stop
When I was waiting for the bus this morning, a woman walked up the sidewalk with two dogs off leash. The back, belly, and hindquarters of one dog had been shaven; he looked post-operative and stayed close to the woman…. (READ MORE)
When I was waiting for the bus this morning, a woman walked up the sidewalk with two dogs off leash. The back, belly, and hindquarters of one dog had been shaven; he looked post-operative and stayed close to the woman…. (READ MORE)
What could be more quintessentially American and also generally incompatible with authentic yoga teachings than the desire/exhortation to express one’s individuality? How can we really practice yoga and still honor this inbred privileging of the individual? Are there ways of… (READ MORE)
What does it mean to be ok? How often do we say that we are ok for the purpose of avoiding saying how things really are at the time? These questions are ones I ponder on a not infrequent basis…. (READ MORE)
“Please wait just a moment,” I asked my friend as we were heading home after a morning at the museums and a delicious lunch out. “What,” he asked, “another heart cloud?” I did not need to answer; he could just… (READ MORE)
Dear Friends, Just a friendly reminder that there’s no practice at William Penn House or the house next week. I’ll be off exercising the civil liberties currently available by traveling with my beloved to upstate New York to participate in… (READ MORE)