Midnight Song

Often, life seems to be at a standstill for a long, long time. and then change comes quickly, unexpected. In the summer heat, it’s hard to imagine the turning of the season, but there it is, on a single sheet with a big eye that sees all.  This leaf fell for me...

Less Fundraisers, More Honest Talk About Funds

Last week, as the first International AIDS Conference held in the United Sates in two decades was kicking off at the DC Convention Center, a yoga teacher and his boyfriend were brutally attacked less than two miles away in what appears to be a hate crime. The teacher,...

Spring Cleaning, Again

I’m on a week-long cleanse, trying to help my body gracefully transition from winter to spring. I’ve been clearing out stuff for a while now — half my closet, a couple of drawers in a large chest — making room for JC which  I hope will send out...

Much Ado About Nothing

It’s ironic that when my life radically transforms, I find writing the last thing I want to do. It’s true I’ve had the most bizarre computer problems for the past month a half (exactly my hiatus from this blog) — I won’t bore you with...

What I Learned This Summer

Some of you have asked what other than my need for sleep and privacy did I learn about during my recent incursion into the world of yoga therapy. It’s funny because since coming home from part one of my yoga therapy training (part two is next August), I’ve...

Yes But it is Therapy?

In June, I attended the first ever yoga therapy symposium — a gathering of practitioners here in the DC area — which was the brainchild of Linda Lang and the Open Door. Several long-time teachers shared the way they approach their work. Doug Keller...