Self-practice: Practice in different forms and places

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I wrote this post a few weeks ago – and as I’ve been alternately drowning and treading water in my current endeavors, it never got published. And here I am, with a few minutes to reach out to you – and this draft post greeted me. It’s not the whole story, of course (it never […]

Self-Practice: Mother

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I wrote these words one year ago today, in a more private space. Today, it feels appropriate to share them. To celebrate and offer gratitude.  There is no one in my 7am class and so I practice.  Reach and fold. My mind whispers “mother”. Step back and lower. mother. press up, back bend, press back down […]

Self-Practice: How the conversation begins

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This post is part of a weekly series about the realities, the challenges and the joys of self practice. For more posts in this series, click here.  Often, this is how my physical practice begins (although it doesn’t look anything like this when I start!) A forward fold is a position in which I can begin […]

Self-Practice: Practicing and *Not* Practicing

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This post is part of a (mostly) weekly series about the realities, the challenges and the joys of self practice. For more posts in this series, click here.  This week I’ve found myself lazing on my mat – practicing but not actually practicing – as I find when I realize I’ve been sitting there not paying attention […]

Submission FAQs for Perspectives on (Yoga) Practice

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First off, I’m going to change the verbiage associated with this before we get too far in. This “Yoga Subtext” project is really a part of another effort, called Perspectives on Practice. This is a part of the yoga-focussed arm, so we’ll call this Perspectives on (Yoga) Practice! I’m thrilled to say that the first […]

Self-Practice: Bench Sitting

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It is 70 degrees and I am breathing. There is a slight breeze, cooler than my body temperature – and I shift back and forth between delighting in that sensation that magnifies the delineation between my skin and the air around me – and counting my breaths. I suppose, at some point in these moments, […]