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Blessed Unrest

Blessed Unrest. So, I just bought a ticket for a workshop in Santa Fe the first weekend in June: Mantra, Marma, and Asana—that’s Sound, Touch, and Movement if you want to skip the Sanskrit.  (I’m excited.) It’s a plane ticket.  (I’m not excited).  On one hand it is a...

Traveling Through

The Journey-Mary Oliver One day you finally knew what you  had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice- though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried....

Homing

How grateful I am, that though the sky is leaden upon my return, cherry trees bloom in greeting. Returning home from home.  I keep wondering if it is interesting to describe the very different worlds I’m sharing as home right now.  Santa Fe and NEPA seem...

On the Train 4-6-09

It’s quiet on the train this time round.  Lots of space; it is lovely to have two seats to sleep in, and to feel that the lounge car has extra openness to it.  I haven’t actively sought out conversation, though a few folks have engaged me; there is too...