I found myself talking with friends about anger the other day. Specifically, my anger and all of my efforts to not "Hulk out" in front of my children. Hulking out means that I raise my voice more and respond less patiently than I like; it means that I'm reacting rather than mindfully acting, usually in a … Continue reading Cultivating Peace Within Chaos, Or How Not to Hulk Out
"Stop fidgeting." My teacher's instructions were clear and succinct. But it's hard. The body likes to move. The mind likes to move. The mind likes to move the body. The body likes to move the mind. But...can I? Can you? Can you stop fidgeting? When we can stop fidgeting, the stillness that comes (or doesn't … Continue reading Supported Backbend, week 2 of Dear Adri…Love, Yoga
If your yoga practice wrote you a love letter, what would it say? Would it be pithy but eloquent? Would it be a missive, a piece of poetry, a single word? Or would it speak through music or interpretive dance? Or, is it that posture that just gets you every time you come to it? … Continue reading Dear Adri….Love, Yoga
Not all changes need to be radical. Not all effects need to intense. Even a slight tremor rocks the earth, and we still call it an earthquake.
I glanced at my fingers, outstretched as they were in Warrior Two, and saw how a single band of sunlight could spin them into gold. Inwardly I smiled, then started to retrieve my mind. I was home - I was on my mat, and I felt peace. I felt empowered. I felt gently strong (or … Continue reading walking with truth
I'm a sucker for Simone Weil. So when I cast about the internet in search of something that might help me talk about the third yama and found this gem, I couldn't resist. I admit that it might seem like attention and generosity have nothing to do with non-stealing, or asteya. But I promise that … Continue reading we are all thieves…
I think about my three-year old daughter when I think about satya, or truthfulness. It's an old joke that children have few, if any, filters, and those moments of blunt, clear-spoken clarity are often repeated through the years as part of the family lore. "Remember when little Hilda said...?" Laughter bursts out, usually accompanied by … Continue reading Curious George Goes to Yoga: Satya and the Art of Cleaning Glasses
I've been having a rough time of it lately. Nothing terrible, just the accumulation of small things over time that have me feeling worn out, harried, and overwhelmed sometimes. I know that the continual beating of water and grit can smooth sharp edges and fog the translucency of glass, creating something that's almost comforting to … Continue reading Da-Da-Da!