Join us for an evening of chanting with Blue Lotus Kirtan 10/8 at 7pm!
Mind is the spider; spinning, spinning, madly spinning. Recreating the past; restless and poisonous. A tapestry of turmoil. Thoughts all connected with one unsubstantiated thread. I lost my place in the center. Terrified of heights, I grip the edge, fearful of falling back down. So desperate for a satisfying meal, unable to get beyond the
Raw and scared and hopeless and unsure and angry and revengeful: Hatred is a result of all of these faces. There is no need to see photos of victims, know their names or hear their stories; I choose not to know so please don’t talk details. My protective cover is on. The sensational story lines are
(This first person perspective was written in July 2010 while 6-20 days post-concussion. The timing of the concussion was incredibly serendipitous; six days later I was scheduled to attend an 11 day Yoga of the Heart training with Nischala Joy Devi at Kripalu Yoga Center. The program is designed for cardiac and cancer therapy, but
This may teeter somewhere on the yogic realm, but blogging about David Bowie fulfills a need to thank the man who widened my teenage eyes. Growing up in a we-are-all-the-same bubble of white, Catholic suburbia, Bowie had loads to teach me about being a happy teenager. Not to underestimate his brilliance, which filled the Museum