If I am not [true to myself], I miss the point of my life, I miss what being human is for me.
- Charles Taylor, The Malaise of Modernity

Friday, October 9, 2015


Sandflea aka Sandhopper
At Ambleside Beach on the last warm October day, warm enough to be shoeless and my girls almost clothes-less, my attention fell upon sand fleas bouncing at my feet. Tiny things that flung themselves haphazardly up what have must seemed like sand mountains to them. Over and over they leapt, rarely summiting; caught in avalanches of sand grains, they'd tumble back down. And if they would summit their sand mountains, they didn't pause for breath or consider their view, but instead, they immediately flung their  bodies again. To land, and scramble, and fling. Over and over. Without apparent direction.

Sometimes I feel like that. Having leapt forward and landed, to have the sand shift beneath me and send me rolling down the mountain. Or, having landed and been granted a glimpse of accomplishment, I leap again my destination unclear. I leap haphazardly, flinging myself airborne with the possibility that I might yet arrive. 

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Samputa Mudra

My heart was like an insect cupped between two palms 
wanting release, 
afraid of my own release.

Monday, October 5, 2015

Shinrin-Yoku: Forest Bathing

Have you had a forest bath? Take two hours to walk a mile. Breathe, feel, connect to the living world around you. Your body, mind, and soul deserve it.


Thursday, October 1, 2015

Monday, September 28, 2015

Yoga Seals

There are at least eight seals that sun themselves on the float of logs in the marina west of Lonsdale. Somehow they heave their cumbersome bodies out of the water and onto their makeshift platforms. They wobble and teeter and then stop in locust pose. They look ridiculous with their tails and arms in the air, their tummies the only point of contact. I wonder if I look as ridiculous on my mat in locust as those seals on their logs? I'm inclined to think I do.

Saturday, September 26, 2015


Thank-you Rose for the added detail.
As the sun reaches between the trees warming the bodies of my girls at play in the back garden, I catch my breath. I stand witness at the window to a land of magic and beauty and know that I am blessed.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Vision Renewed

Yesterday our mountains were weighted by cloud.
They seemed
Closed off
Their view:

And then,
A new thought,
A change in perspective.

The mountains had been granted a moment of introspection
Vision expanded into intimate self.

Today our mountains have regained their vista,
The clouds have shifted away, their moisture absorbed,
Today vision is renewed.