Making space.

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.

Ego

“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

Today…a reprieve

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

Draw a line

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