Of the many poses in Ashtanga, there are poses that we fall dearly for. Not because it is easy… I really doubt anyone would say Ashtanga is easy… but because these poses bring out something almost sacred within us. My Mysore practice never leaves these poses behind. Always waiting for me towards the end, always waiting for me to be more softer yet resolute. The culmination of my practice is this stage. I ask myself two questions on each practice. As I set my intention in the beginning, palms at … Continue reading Bloom

Love In The Ocean:

I made love to the ocean today… Wrapped my legs around her waves Dug my fingers into her sandy back I made love to the ocean… Dove head first into bubbles foaming at her mouth My hair was pulled out of its braids By her salty determined waters Actually, I might be mistaken Maybe it was the ocean that made love to me? She wrapped her kelp around my wrists Squeezed me into one of her shells I think I made the hermit crabs jealous… and the dogs bark at her For a minute I wondered what would happen If … Continue reading Love In The Ocean:


there is one thing it doesn’t exist but everything that exists exists in it what we experience is a prodding into a bending of poking of stretching of bouncing back of a thing that doesn’t exist how unfathomable and we fathom it isn’t that beautiful? ~ Elizabeth Barnett We don’t always need to know why. Namaste. =) Continue reading Fathom


In Mexico, there are these fish that have colonized the freshwater caves along Sierra del Abra. They were lost. They found themselves living in complete darkness. But they didn’t die. Instead, they thrived. They adapted. They lost their pigmentation, their sight, eventually even their eyes. With survival, they became hideous… I’ve rarely thought about what I once was. But I wonder if a ray of light were to make it into the cave, would I be able to see it? Or feel it? Would I gravitate to its warmth? And if I did, would I become less hideous? In an … Continue reading Stigma

Two Wolves

In my practice this long weekend, I battled with myself. Two or more practices in a day did not appease the struggle. Thinking that the more I practice, the better my heart feels. By Sunday afternoon, the push had come to shove. Never have I surrendered fully into Balasana | Child’s Pose… yet was I fully surrendering? Until I remembered this story… An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. “A fight is going on inside me,” he said to the boy. “It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil – he is … Continue reading Two Wolves

Gratitude for the Mat

I lay you down to greet the sun, a firm base for my tadasana. You grab my hands as I bow down, securing my pose in your grip, never the first to let go. As breath stretches limbs, heavy memories trapped in cells shed from my skin. You fold them up in your tight lips, never to speak of them again. You are my rock, my roots, my cradle in Savasana. You transform from solid to soft, echoing the process of practice. Only you witness those sweet divine moments when tears slip from my face to yours. A closing OM … Continue reading Gratitude for the Mat

A Thief

To fall is connected with trying. In a Corner of the Body, A Thief Sits Waiting In a corner of the body, a thief sits waiting to steal your affection. Like a pickpocket in the black market, he hides in the dark alleys of the body, but your virtues are a lantern rooting him out. Catch a glimpse as he rounds the corner hoping to hide in the hip joint. Watch him fly as he darts between the shoulder blades, wedges himself therein. Marvel as he ducks under the sacrum, sticks there like a thumbtack. Rejoice to see him tumble … Continue reading A Thief


Get quiet. Listen. Enjoy the waiting. Make love to the silence. Faith comes if you invite it. Find the perfection that lies under the imperfection. Feel the imperfection necessary to reach perfection. What else will call us inside? The answers always come when we are ready. Watch your breath. You never lost what it is you think you are seeking. Watch your breath. Mysteries wait patiently to be revealed. ~ Rachel Darden Bennett Silence is the roar of the Universe… Namaste. =) Continue reading Silence