Samsara
The seasons change no matter how humans are behaving. Grieving for all the nameless suffering and for a couple of friends who have died very recently. Please be kind with your tender hearts.
Here’s a bit of beauty.

Practice, contemplation, and insights
The seasons change no matter how humans are behaving. Grieving for all the nameless suffering and for a couple of friends who have died very recently. Please be kind with your tender hearts.
Here’s a bit of beauty.

With each new horror — another I have been blessed to avoid proximity and immediate impact—I ask myself (and make some follow through) on how I can contribute more both to speaking out against injustice, inequality, and warmongering, and also to making collective life more joyous.
On a day I grieve and speak my outrage , I share work, and food, and moments of beauty.

A friend once suggested that I took photographs to give myself separation. I do gain perspective, as I do from meditation. The chaos will not go away, and our relationship with it can change.

Whatever your destination, wherever is your next stop, at this moment, this is where you are.

I’ve heard different meditation teachers speak of meditation as a process that brings familiarity—with the workings of your mind, of consciousness, of your relationship to self and other. I would add, from my personal experience, that applies to asana practice and body consciousness, too.

