Category: Sutra A Day
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No Sutras Here
I’m typing this from a guest bedroom in Bangalore. I’ve been in India for just over a week now, but it feels oddly like a month. And while I’ve seen so many things it also feels like I’ve seen nothing. Many people I know are going on trips to India soon or are on them…
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Life Lessons
I’m listening to some dreamy, stardust strewn indie rock music. I turned it on to tune out the sounds of arguing voices outside the window, the conflict, the fear, the anger, I needed a tool to keep them out. I could shut my window, but then I also lose the feeling of the cool night…
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Shuffle
Two steps forward, one step back as the old saying goes. Life feels a lot like that. Sometimes it feels like one step forward two steps back. My career has often felt like one step forward, three steps back. I’m practiced in the art of self- sabotage. The thing is, these thoughts come from a…
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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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I Just Say Amen
Despite my complicated relationship with yoga and yogis these days, I still follow along on some forums. In one of these, there was a question posed about whether or not yoga and Christianity are incompatible. In general, the consensus was no, but the people who would say yes are probably not the ones talking about…
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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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Running to Stand Still
Welcome to Sutra A Day. No matter where you are, there you are. I learned this lesson at a young age – 16 to be precise. I was suffering the small town midwestern adolescent experience as a misfit with too much acne and relatively absent parents, generally wallowing in misery, fantasy and Taco Bell when…
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Finding Flow
Climbing gyms are places where all of your senses are thrown together in a kaleidoscope. There are smells – chalk, feet, sweat; sounds – music, grunts, chatter, whirring fans; sights – pockmarked walls, multi-shaped holds, rainbow colored tape, people of all ages, some with sinewy back muscles on display; touch- the gritty texture of a…
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