“Woof shop?” “No, buddy. Workshop. On backbends.” “Hmf. I’ll be here.” http:/…
“Woof shop?” “No, buddy. Workshop. On backbends.” “Hmf. I’ll be here.”
Friends
“Woof shop?” “No, buddy. Workshop. On backbends.” “Hmf. I’ll be here.”
“Woof shop?” “No, buddy. Workshop. On backbends.” “Hmf. I’ll be here.”
Time with my little buddy Kai and @_xingxing_ http://t…
Time with my little buddy Kai and @_xingxing_
Time with my little buddy Kai and @_xingxing_
Time with my little buddy Kai and @_xingxing_
One of my friends over here in Mysore.
One of my friends over here in Mysore.
Missing debrief and over analysis time with old friends on this Saturday morn…
Missing debrief and over analysis time with old friends on this Saturday morning.
On New Moons and Nose Rings
My first full day in India fell on a new moon. One of my favorite things about following a lunar cycle is the tiny bit of joy I get turning my iphone’s little green “alarm” switch from it’s perpetual “on” to it’s quiet white off. There is a visceral unraveling of inverted anticipation. Prone to waking up a few moments before my alarm, this very rarely happens on a moonday. My body just *knows* what the deal is. My loving partner Michael is generally pretty glad that we ashtangi’s take no practice on this day. Before he’s jealous he can’t stay in bed with me, he’s firstly tickled to not have to hear the synthed out buzzer. I cuddled with a travelpillow and cardigan and…
Bonsai and the Gita: The Living Art of Letting Go
[quote style=”1″]be intent on action, not on the fruits of action. avoid attachment to the fruits. — (Bhagavad-Gita 2:47)[/quote] The walls shook, the windows shattered. Each and every family member was sliced by the implosive force of the atomic bomb. In the back of the Yamaki home was a garden full of exquisite trees. Not cloud piercing orchards full of fruit-bearing blossoms, but a collection of diminutive trees and gardens of cool water-rubbed stone. Some gave a sense of whimsy, the kind of tree and knoll atop which a fairy might read her latest tome, whilst others would look right at home in a forest of their size dissonant kin. For an island so small to have a wall so tall was one of a…
Looking Back, Moving Forward
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go…
Thinking of the distance between emotions and actions. Between truth and time…
Thinking of the distance between emotions and actions. Between truth and time. Thankful for old friends.