Yes, I have to confess the hardest thing about the Mexico Viniyoga retreats that I lead is to come back, which speaks about my wish of...

I have been in love more times than one, thank the Lord. Sometimes it was lasting whether active or not. Sometimes it was all but...

Will the hungry ox stand in the field and not eat of the sweet grass? Will the owl bite off its own wings? Will the lark forget to lift...

Now the seasons are closing their files on each of us, the heavy drawers full of certificates rolling back into the tree trunks, a few...

Your exact errors make a music that nobody hears. Your straying feet find the great dance, walking alone. And you live on a world where...

Sometimes I choose a cloud and let it cross the sky floating me away. Or a bird unravels its song and carries me as it flies deeper and...

On time for my 7 am class at Imagine, I cross A Ave exactly at the same time that a man crosses it walking in the opposite direction. I...

I have been reflecting on the nature and purpose of attachment, and reminding myself of Mary Oliver’s words when she says: “To live in...

It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is impossible to find it elsewhere. #quotation #AgnesRepplier

Be a person here. Stand by the river, invoke the owls. Invoke winter, then spring. Let any season that wants to come here make its own...

At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like...

Some time ago the bus I take got rerouted. It’s a long story and to make it short I will just say that I never really knew, for a few...

I like to live in the sound of water, in the feel of mountain air. A sharp reminder hits me: this world is still alive, it stretches out...

even a small purple artichoke boiled in its own bittered and darkening waters grows tender, grows tender and sweet patience, I...

We shape the clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness inside that holds whatever we want. #laotzu #quotation

The poppies send up their orange flares; swaying in the wind, their congregations are a levitation of bright dust, of thin and lacy...

Entering the U.S.A. after our last trip to Mexico, I had a little nostalgia floating in my soul. I remembered the warmth and kindness of...

The hour is striking so close above me, so clear and sharp, that all my senses ring with it. I feel it now: there's a power in me to...

I overheard the driver was no longer going to do this route, so today was most likely the last day I exchanged a few words with this kind...

For a 54 year old woman who grew up with the taste of corn, sunshine all year long and the dry soil of central and northern Mexico, it...