“Love is not far away; it is as close as your heart. You can find it there without walking a single step.” – Swami Kripalu I wasn’t really sure what I hoped to learn during a month-long, 200-hour yoga teacher training at the Kripalu Center, nor was I sure, when I left home just four weeks ago, whether my fifty-two year old body was up to the challenges ahead. Three to eight hours of yoga a day sounded like a lot. Having gotten through four years of college without a room mate, I was about to bunk with five complete…
February 20, 2011 – 2:52 pm
I have had it only a few times, a sudden sense of arriving at my own front door, of being home without even knowing that I’d been away. I felt it twelve years ago, when I first unrolled a yoga mat in the back corner of the Baron Baptiste Power Yoga Studio in Cambridge. Never mind that the room was heated to 102 degrees and I’d dressed, unwittingly, in sweatpants and a heavy, long-sleeved shirt. Never mind that I couldn’t bend over and come any where close to touching my toes, that I had no idea what a downward-dog was,…
January 27, 2011 – 7:02 am
Every morning, I come downstairs and do the same thing: look out the window and greet the mountains, put on a pot of coffee, flip open my laptop, check the weather, scan my email. The first letter I see today is from a reader, a mother who had written me some months ago with what I considered the highest of praise: she called my books “yoga for the brain.” Of course I’m delighted to find her name in my in-box again. “I have a personal question for you,” Sarah’s note begins, “and please feel free not to answer it.” I…
