Category: Sutra A Day
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Grape Leaves
Welcome to Sutra a Day. Yesterday, I sat in a Lebanese restaurant in south Milwaukee with an old friend. I’ve been friends with this person for 25 years now, although not consistently. In our early twenties, we were both on the fringes of a hip and edgy group of waiters, waitresses, comics, models, possible future…
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Insatiable
Welcome to Sutra a Day. Last night, I went climbing with my friend S. Climbing with her is always an adventure, and not because it’s climbing. Beyond navigating color-coded routes on brownish gray walls in a gym filled with adolescents, hanging by ones fingertips, inhaling chalk dust, and the elation of solving a problem by…
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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 Sixth Sense
Welcome to Sutra a Day Today we dive right in. I’ve got 15 minutes to think about this sutra. There are five? 6. Prmana viparyaya vikalpa nidra smrtaya. “They are right knowledge, misconception, verbal delusion, sleep and memory. You remember yesterday? We talked more about the concept of these mental modifications being either painful or…
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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…