What is time? What is time for? The measurement of a breath, the space between breaths. Sleeping, waking, toil, and play. The passage of a season in planting, tending, harvesting, and preservation. The celebration of birthdays, holidays, moments of intensity. The currency of our lives. In the time it took for me to mulch my…
Here we are, before we begin practicing yoga. There’s a lot of life here. Lots of good stuff. Plenty to learn, and room to grow. But it’s kind of chaotic. Unorganized. Wild. So, we start doing some asana. By “asana” I mean a series of physical exercises designed to stabilize and strengthen our bodies so…
There is a teaching I received from Gary, my yoga teacher. He credits it to the Kabbalah. It’s been on my mind lately. Here it is, roughly, from my old notes: Let your body be a throne for your mind. Let your mind be a throne for your heart. Let your heart be throne for…
Lately at our house Time has been the final frontier. We’re feeling its elasticity. Sometimes it snaps us around, sometimes it stretches us out. Summer squash and green beans ripen as we watch and want to be picked every hour. Peaches go from perfectly ripe to messy mush in less than a day. Then there…
We’re a yoga farm. By that, I don’t mean that our place is an oasis of tranquility and relaxation where people come to probe the depths of their mystical souls. There might be moments where those kinds of things happen, but that’s not what I mean. Yoga practice here lately happens when it’s been gray…