Theater in the Rump
Since the workshop at the Yoga Circle last weekend with Manouso Manos, my upper thighs--and even up into the lower pelvic region including the lower butt and pelvic floor--are like a theater in the round where the upper thigh bone is the stage and all of the muscles surrounding the bone are the audience. (So yes, there are really two small theaters--one on the right

abeyance
The word came to me in a dream. Yoga teacher friends--a couple--were getting into a car with me. The woman of the pair was already in the back seat of the car on the far side, behind the driver. The man was walking towards the car and said something that I couldn't hear at first, but tried to. Then he got into the passenger side of the back seat with her, and I was in the passenger seat in the front. I don'

FRIVOLOUS YOGA LOVE
Guest Muse by Andyogini:"I say beware of all enterprises that require new clothes, and not rather a new wearer of clothes."-Henry David Thoreau, WaldenI love yoga for all the usual worthy reasons, and I love yoga for some frivolous ones, too.I am entitled to shop at Lululemon and carry their cool bags.Toting my pink yoga mat seems to disperse what I call my Senior

Knowing My Resistance
I have been in silent protest of life for most of mine, and now I see the dim outlines toward another way of being. It has to do with knowing my resistance, which has become such an intrinsic part of my experience that I confuse it for “me” most of the time. My resistance, when I identify with it

Alone
Cold. Rain is falling.Alone in my loneliness.I am full of lies.(So if I believe that I'm alone in my lonliness when others are also alone, I am out of synch with the truth.)Alone and lonely,I have lots of company.Let's break through our shells.I like illusion.Solitude is my drama.Just leave me alone.I want to reach out