The Plant Whisperer

Pulling into the curve of the driveway last week, after teaching my yoga class, I was met by my gardener, Tomas, before I…

Riding the Wave

In the wee hours of the night last night, I reached for my water glass and knocked an antique cut-glass dish off of my nightstand…

Ode to my Hips…Out with the Old, In with the New

Life, Yoga, Journeys

Tess

Journeys and choices

Eras

When I was young, and in a writers’ critique group, every Friday afternoon we huddled together on…

Yoga, Life

A Boy and his Buffalo

An ancient tale of eternal truth

My Words Are My Song

The song of my life

Habits of Time…Swamis and Cell Phones

On vacation in the Yucatan, a month or so ago, after exploring the archaeological ruins, we…

Poetry

Dancing in the Air

A poem about ephemerality

Above the Line of Sight

I saw an advertisement recently for a special feeder for baby hummingbirds, who need to eat every twenty minutes in…