Category: Yoga

Seven Days of Grace

Monday The skeletons of trees stand stark against the cold. The lava sun sets in the west, throwing a cast of copper over branched fingers reaching to the sky. Tuesday At lunchtime, a gaggle or two of Canadian geese mosey through a congested intersection….

In the Beginning

Sometimes a beginning is easy. Sometimes it is hard. As I sit here at my table at Panera Bread, trying desperately to figure out what to say, where to begin, a couple sits at the table next me. The woman is deaf, the man…

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