Tag: Sri Satchidananda

• August 8, 2023

  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…
• July 26, 2023

  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…
• July 7, 2023

  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…
• 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 11, 2023

  Bound By Love

  Welcome to Sutra A Day. I have been remiss. In the past couple of days, my brain has been completely full. There have been disappointments, there have been plans and possibilities, there have been injuries, there has been overwhelm.  So I’m going to skip my flowery intro. My finger hurts. I feel itchy in my…
• March 7, 2023

  Cream Cheese

  Welcome to Sutra a Day. My hairdresser is a 26 year old girl who alternately knows and is above everything and is vulnerable and sensitive. She is voluptuous, often wears an Electric Forest t-shirt and looks at you expectantly through wire-rimmed round glasses. Her hair is a different shade of red with every visit. She…
• March 5, 2023

  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…