Outskirts of a tropical storm: outskirts of a tropical storm this morning, just the edge making its way here, but it’s enough to make for miserable conditions on my predawn walk. There won’t be owls to track this morning, doubtful I’ll find fox prowling or deer waking for their early…

Older: older now, and I find myself less inclined towards certain things that once had a great pull for my participation. There’s been a definite shift of energy, not so much a lessening, but just a change in how I wish to invest it, a quieter burn to my passions…

A Conspiracy: for me, there’s just one conspiracy theory that really matter and it’s largely been ignored. Really it’s the greatest of all, the one with the most hidden implications that would drastically change our lives if finally exposed. The conspiracy is in not knowing who we are and that…

Avidya: yoga really is the art of relaxing in the very moment we feel less able too, sinking into the pose, or even a situation that causes us discomfort. In yogic psychology this is exploring the kleshas, of the afflictions that keep us trapped in ignorance, unaware of how we’re…

Yoga of my commitment: the importance is practice, keeping it simply, and being able to commit to it on a regular basis, with daily being best. With this being the case, I really don’t believe that we need an hour plus yoga session everyday, although that’s fine if that time…

Of effort: it often seems that I’m bring a lifetime of effort to bear on certain asanas, finding postures that are difficult for me and then I apply myself to their achievement. Of course this isn’t true yoga, or at least not according to Patanjali who urges us in his…

Accustomed to the dark: my morning walks are well before dawn, still an hour or so before sunrise, and much of path is darkened even more as it winds through some deeper woods. I’m growing accustomed to the dark, carry a small handheld flashlight for when absolutely needed, but I…

To Find me: I’m always grateful for words, early morning writing, coffee at hand, and my first assignment is simply waiting, patiently, allowing words to reach me here, completely on their own. I’m in no rush for inspiration, as it knows exactly where to find me. every morning. it occurred…

Absence of words: I simply let the ideas come to me, sometimes it’s just a word to start me out and an entire theme builds from there. Often it will be a vague concept that wishes to make itself known to me, and my only role is to provide the…