Category: General
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You Are What You Think
Recently, the Midwest has consistently been under air quality alerts. Air quality first became something I thought about in December of 2019 and January of 2020. Even though at that time this crazy little virus had popped up in China, it hadn’t spread yet – or so we thought – and you know, maybe it…
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Finding My Way Back
“Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.” Gandhi Today is a new day. A different day. I will not post a sutra, relate it to the moment and then go on to analyze what Satchidananda and my brain have to say about…
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Circles
Welcome to Sutra A Day. I haven’t written in a while. Sutra a day has become sutra a month. This morning, I find myself sitting on the couch, cat hair tickling my nose, my friends’ son humming as he wanders (a blessing) the house, coffee empty, gray day out the window behind, feeling sad and…
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Oboe Not Duck
Welcome to Sutra a Day. I hear a bird squawking outside reminding me of band when I was a kid, specifically of the oboe. The oboe can be a beautiful instrument, but in the hands of many junior high school band members it can also sound a bit like a duck in pain. Junior high…
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The Child Mind
Welcome to Sutra a Day. As I settle in to write this Monday, I recognize that I’m already thinking negative thoughts about some people, about work, about life. That there are a million things I want to do that I don’t know how to fit into my day, the day of the things I have…
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The Ocean
Welcome to Sutra a Day. Sunday has arrived and with it the beauty of winter sun which is somehow sharper than that found in the heaviness of summer. Sometimes I go to church, sometimes I listen online, sometimes I go to yoga, but for me, this day is usually one of some sort of attempt…
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Frenzied and Frozen
Welcome to Sutra a Day. It’s a Friday, the venerated end of the work week for those of us in 9 – 5 office jobs. It’s a day when we – if we have boundaries – leave work behind and head into the realms of pleasure, however we define it in our mind. I’m using…
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Grandma’s Basement
Introduction Although yoga teacher training has come to an end, my learning and seeking certainly have not. Recently, I found myself returning to Sri Swami Satchidananda’s book, The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali. I kept jumping around seeking wisdom with a mind like a grasshopper. Which sutra was it? What had seemed so deep and impactful…
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Destination Elation
In our final two weeks of yoga teacher training, we have to write a self-reflection. Here’s mine. As our yoga teacher training winds down, I recognize more starkly than when I started just how much I DON’T know. It reminds me of a long time ago when I studied martial arts. When I passed my…
The Yoga Chronicles 