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I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

September 11, 2012

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I am tired. Weary in a way that seeps in along the sheath of my veins and pools, collecting at at my juncture points. ( As an aside these sheaths actually exist- it is made of fascia and wraps the vein in this protective layer of tissue. true story).Elbows and knees and and the place where my […]

Compassion, judgement,pity and the places in between.

June 15, 2012

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Every Tuesday and Thursday I teach yoga asana to women who are afflicted with have eating disorders. Severe eating disorders. There are parts of me that want to jest about this somehow –to throw up a wall of sarcasm & block the primal truth of human pain and vulnerability writ large in the giant eyes […]

Toilets in Mumbai.

June 5, 2012

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When I despair, I remember that all through history the ways of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall. Think of it–always. Mahatma Gandhi .Toilets in Mumbai. This is the new code. The Grand Chu […]

Soul Seeds

May 31, 2012

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So. James Hillman –philosophe and archetypal psychologist – coined the idea of the Soul Code. The concept flows something like this: Your soul lives within you and at birth houses all of your potential, (like a genetic imprint) and this subconscious inner knowledge of the soul makes us who we are. It determines who we […]

Shoes, Compassion and Authenticity.

May 18, 2012

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About 2 or 3 years ago my mom gave me a pair of Cole Haan shoes. They came wrapped in a silky bag and when I took them out, I must admit I was impressed by their beauty. The shoes were cream and chocolate brown with peep toes and a series of circles etched into […]

Asana and Teachable Moments

March 10, 2012

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So I have this guilt complex about being a yoga teacher and also being a medicated manic depressive. Asana is a practice steeped in energy – you don’t have to be a gypsy yogi like myself to experience the way a room moves based on the ebb and flow of the practitioners emotional content and […]

Not-Knowingness Stew.

September 30, 2011

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 I am keeping a journal of times during the day that I treat myself unkindly. No I am not a masochist. No this is not some perverse form of self-loathing. I am an analyst mind and for a person who stews in logic, this is truly one of the deepest forms of self-love I can […]