In yoga, folks talk about making space. We make space on our mats for our imperfections and triumphs and disappointments. Weariness and strength. The ego doesn’t have much space allotted to the real estate of yoga mats, though mine still shows up right before I do the yoga equivalent of “hold my beer.” About Father’s … More Making space.
This morning I got out to run in the drippy pre-dawn town that includes my current address. As much as I enjoy after-running, I needed a nudge and that’s where Katie’s text from last night came into play. “Yoga in the am?” So with a target to meet up with my pal on a mat … More jealousy and forgiveness.
“I’ve practiced yoga for almost seven years, but it took the first five or so to get rid of my ego so I can actually begin to learn.” I’ve been thinking about this thing of ego for the past weeks since I spoke to Katie as we left morning yoga. Ego. Such a small word … More Ego
We took the long road home. Off the mountain. Into the rain. Past the wayfaring cows, boisterous boy scout camp, and day-trippers enjoying their first bits of purple-mountain-majesty wonder that still feels fresh this prairie day. Besides the rocks and pine cones; rememberings and photographs; an empty bottle of Happy Camper enjoyed under a so-close … More Coming down from the mountain
I am in Tulsa hanging out with Izzy dog and other adventures. It has been lovely, goofy, hot, humid, mosquito-ey, and unwashed. Both kids traveled in to work this morning as they make up for a few days out-of-town week last. Today is a delight. It is quiet. Except for when the wonderdog thump thump … More Real life on social media
Today is quiet and foggy and cool. For now. Hair in a ponytail, coffee-full, paperwork to finish before I race to gather in community of the morning. I am at peace. Yesterday, I was not. I had encountered, faced, and fessed up to a lingering anger. As I do, I sorted my thoughts and mighty … More Today…a reprieve
I finally made it to the mountains. As the drive across Kansas ended, Colorado’s front range came into far distant view. I wept. Through Owl Canyon and then into the Shambhala Mountain Center at Red Feather Lakes, tears pooled. It felt so silly and so…well-like the tears had waited a long time to come. Gratitude. Sniffy soggy gratitude. During the … More Draw a line