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Value, Self-worth and the Business of Yoga.

April 17, 2013


Worth and Work I read this article recently about the inherent value of livelihood, charging for work and the storm the surrounds what, exactly, dictates one’s worth in their chosen field. The article Tl; dr is as follows:  Don’t put a price tag on your value as a human.  I agree and I don’t. I […]

Stolen moments

March 20, 2013


I have read a total of 1800 pages over the past 10 and 1/2 days. Five books, two of them Terry Goodkind (om nom nom seeker of truth), two of them by John Green  ( if I was a dude and awesome I would write like this awesome dude) and a book on starting my own […]

Autumn Fugitive

October 16, 2012


tl;dr – I like to run until I puke and salamanders are fucking awesome. Letting the fugitive rest. Fall. Sometimes it makes me go fallow. By sometimes I mean that I have no memory of it being any other way. From my first memory to this moment, fall has been my season of bedding down […]

My newest soul crush. Nikkola Tesla.

July 11, 2012


My guts are dreams.

July 5, 2012


I am A Dork. I dunno if you can tell but I was HEAVILY influenced by fiction/fantasy novels like the English Patient or The Dragon Lance Chronicles or Beach Music or A Boy’s Life or 1984 or The Wheel of Time series when I was a kid. I was enraptured with movies like The Princess Bride, Willow […]

Compassion, judgement,pity and the places in between.

June 15, 2012


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 […]

Saul Williams – Dead Emcee Scrolls

June 13, 2012


To further emphasize my soul crushi-ness I present Saul Williams. I think he takes the soul crush way beyond reasonable or normal aaaannd - I don't care.

Love Bukowski and avoiding the soul crush.

June 12, 2012


You know what I love? Good. Fracking Fucking.Writing. See what I did there- crossing out the pseudo expletive and using ACTUAL profanity? I’ve been having this internal discussion as of late about my use of swear words in my posts –Is it too much?- What if people are offended? Blah-blah. I’ve decided that I am […]

Toilets in Mumbai.

June 5, 2012


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 […]

Cutting the Chord.

May 24, 2012


I have these rose bushes outside of my house. They are unruly and thorny and fast growing with the recent rains. The roses, they like to creep up across the front patio and tear at my legs whenever I walk past, reminding me of their existence- of their beauty. Their blossoms are deep fuchsia, yellow […]