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Lady Gagasana: when your snacks somehow ended up on the roof. Where are my keys/ I lost my…
Lady Gagasana: when your snacks somehow ended up on the roof. Where are my keys/ I lost my phone.
Mourning Prince and David Bowie, who showed thereâs no one right way to be a man – The Washington Post https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/act-four/wp/2016/04/21/mourning-prince-and-david-bowie-who-showed-theres-no-one-right-way-to-be-a-man/
“Living Traditions” #tourof2nd I hear stories of this guy named Derick Ireland. He passed away a few years ago, but taught on the beaches of Goa and Greece. He wasn’t so much, on the surface, into the “spiritual” side of things. He wore ankle weights, practiced in less than a speedo, and sold a valid…
There is a seemingly never ending cycle of freezing, forgetting, and re- remembering that happens in this life. If you make it in this world long enough, it all looks the same. Harder, faster, more gives way to the “thank god I’m still alive and have lungs to breathe.” The hard truth is that if…
Emily helped me learn to love myself. She died 12 years ago today and I miss her very much. She remains one of the greatest friends I’ve ever had. I don’t think she’s “gone.” Love you, Emily.
Seamus Heany passed away. Sparked into a flush of memory by a friend’s lament towards the end of summer, I was coated in the thick stain of Heaney’s lingering words: A extra juicy reading of the poem can be found here, at good ol’ NPR. Blackberry Picking – Seamus Heaney [quote style=”1″]Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a glossy purple clot Among others, red, green, hard as a knot. You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet Like thickened wine: summer’s blood was in it Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots Where briars…
Led Primary, chanting, Sanskrit, philosophy, and two trips to the Ramakrishna ashram. Today was busy, but had a keen reminder to count my blessings: I saw a funeral procession today. It consisted of a flower adorned handmade chair, the deceased strapped in, carried and paraded to the crematorium. Tambourines and gongs, laughter and tears.
is having Friend Day Thursday! Come to STROGA for my hot vinyasa class at 7p, or join me for Wanelle Kellee Charles’s 8:15p Power Yoga class. I miss you, friends! Cocktails follow at 9:30!