Tag: ego
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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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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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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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Waking Up
I’ve started this morning ritual. The alarm goes off and the inky blackness of the room swallows me. Bed is never more appealing that in that conscious state of not quite wake, when you can appreciate a good snuggle in the covers and a pillow on your cheek, the feeling of being held for a…
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We Are One
Today, we return to the yoga teacher training after breaking for the holiday season. Happy 2023 everyone! This is our final month, which seems unfathomable. Will we really have 200 hours on January 28th? Impossible. Also, I know nothing. I have scratched the tip of the tip of the tip of the iceberg. Me, teach?…
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