Month: November 2018

Sometimes the life can stagnate, roll over onto flat ground, halter and stale. What is needed to move? What is needed? Stepping outside at the year’s end into the chilled air approaching death, a silent sound is perceivable. Enter the bones, freshen the face, an air to renew and pierce the inside dormancy. Maybe the… Continue reading Death and Hope

Ultimately, no words can capture it. If it were the wind, words would only be the leaves it passes through. This is the essence of a yoga. Daily I can rise to do my exercises, but they mean nothing unless daily I take off the coat of yoga from my being. At that place, there… Continue reading A Little Word