Tag: Samadhi

• May 28, 2023

  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…
• April 16, 2023

  Who-man?

  Welcome to Sutra A Day. Lately, I’ve been contemplating a couple of ideas. One is what does it mean to be human? Artificial intelligence, for example, more and more has the ability to create that which seems human-like. So is it this divine spark within? Humans aren’t always loving or kind, in fact, they can…
• April 2, 2023

  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…
• March 23, 2023

  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…
• March 4, 2023

  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…
• February 27, 2023

  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…
• February 23, 2023

  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…