A Commitment
When I enter into a contact improv jam, I make a commitment. I commit to paying attention with all of my being, to myself, to my partner or partners of the moment, to all the others in the room, and… (READ MORE)
When I enter into a contact improv jam, I make a commitment. I commit to paying attention with all of my being, to myself, to my partner or partners of the moment, to all the others in the room, and… (READ MORE)
Would that every last one of us could earn this accolade. It takes remembering, though, how wild and precious is life. I forget some times, and one of the blessings of yoga for me is that it reminds me of… (READ MORE)
Dear Friends, If your inbox and your schedule has been anything like mine, you don’t need another email to read during this busy season, so I’m keeping it short. Last gentle/therapeutic class of this session at Willow Street is Friday,… (READ MORE)
The excessive dryness and unseasonable warmth make me anxious. Sixties fahrenheit and dry may feel good in San Francisco, but here it just is out of place for the existing flora and fauna. Still, I made sure to get… (READ MORE)
We are composed of nothing different than earth, water, fire, air, and space, and much of yoga practice (as are related practices such as ayurveda) is designed to recognize and align our elemental identity. It is human nature to manufacture,… (READ MORE)