Anger and Fresh Flowers

This has happened twice lately: I’ve bustled out of the house hot with anger, driven to the gym, busted my butt, and emerged cool, wise and free. Okay, that’s an exaggeration.  I emerge less angry, no doubt, but definitely not wise, nor free, at least not for any longer than the endorphin rush lasts. Within […]

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Footprints: Remember the Name

I am tired. It is only another 400 meters until I reach my driveway – the finish line as it were – and I’d really like to walk this last stretch. I don’t though. I turn my attention to the song on my IPod, to following the lyrics. Remember the Name. 10% luck, %15 skill,, 20% […]

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One Leap Forward, Two Steps Back

Not much feels better than standing in triangle, face turned skyward, watching puffs of white dandelion float past against a pure blue sky, the breeze warm against my cheek. Not much feels better than unfolding myself from my office chair and running out the door and around the block, a different kind of wisdom burbling up from […]

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Missing Class, Learning to Om

I missed yoga class. Day 10 of the 21-Day Challenge. What a day to miss, I thought. A hellish day of cross-examination had left me feeling attacked: tired, headachey, undernourished and stressed. The earth felt shaky under my feet .I needed to fold myself into my body, turn my mind off. I craved the structured escape of […]

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A Side Trip to Yoga Bliss

We arrived at our yoga studio tonight to find the door locked and a ‘Class Cancelled’ sign on the door. So we did what any serious, self-respecting yoga students would do in the circumstances. We high-tailed it to Dairy Queen. I know what you’re thinking. Indulgence in ice cream is not in keeping with the […]

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Warrior Girls in Yoga Poses

“I’ve never seen a dog stand like that,” Aimee said. Sarah and I burst out laughing. We were driving to our third yoga class. “Yeah, me neither,” I agreed, hugging in giggles. “It looks more like a triangle.” “Or a mountain,” Aimee said. “And what’s up with cobra? Doesn’t it look more like a –“ […]

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