I teach what I’m in at the moment. This has always been the case. I know no other way. When I’m through it, I’m through it; the material is stale. What once was like absolutely profound could be a total “bit” if I…
Continue reading I Can’t Go Back// Notes on Process
What I need to tell you right now is… that this space is a collection of my ruminations on my own practice. A snap-shot of this space in time. My teaching is always ever evolving with my practice. I think that if a teacher is…
Continue reading feeling for the edges of the container// i am here for now
Lingering in pratyahara.
I’d like to introduce a new weekly post: class notes. Here, I will share my own class notes with all of you. Making a plan for class and then reflecting on it afterwards has been an invaluable tool to me as a teacher over the…
Continue reading Class notes// Moving Inward
In class this week, we practiced several inversions: sarvangasana-shoulder stand, sirsasana-headstand (with this lovely, supported version I learned from Patricia Sullivan), and pincha mayurasana- feathered peacock. After our practice, a student asked what the benefits of inversions are. This is interesting territory. A few years ago,…
Continue reading Inquiry-based Practice// Inversions
The fog I’ve been roaming around in for the past few months appears to be lifting. I feel lightness again in my skin and teeth and fingernails. The sludgy, un-ruddered feeling is so nearby though, that I am using this prescient moment to remind myself…
Continue reading Clarity// Integration takes time
{This is the beginning of a series of posts distilling a conversation I have been having with and listening to in the contemplative community.} When I’m giving answers rather than asking questions, my opportunity to grow diminishes. I just scrapped a post I was…
Continue reading Dogma is Boring
In yoga, we often talk of the razor’s edge– the precipice– that the yogi treads. What is the edge? What lies on the other side of it? Which side is real? Is there a real side? Which side is the illusion? Which side am I treading or…
Continue reading The Precipice
When I teach, I’m learning. I’m working it out myself. It is my absolute wish and practice that the words that come out are born of the moment. This week, while talking about Metta/ Loving Kindness and radical forgiveness during community meditation at Heart Fire,…
Continue reading Knowing/ The Next Step Will Beckon You
The message reaches its destined recipient at the perfect moment. I know this is true. So often have I read, heard, talked about a concept for years before its real message hits me right as I need to hear it. On the other hand, so…
Continue reading Listening. Being heard.