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The Beautiful Word
“The light in me celebrates the light in you.” The first time I ever heard the word “Namaste” was–fittingly–at the end of my very first yoga class. The teacher said it and the class repeated it back to her. I instantly liked the word. It sounded as if it was the perfect word to say, Read more
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Floating down the river with Dave
In the summer of 1977, I floated down the American River with my friend Dave. This was a horrible moment in my life and I almost forgot about it until it came to me recently while sitting on a mat listening to a yoga teacher talk about dignity, contentment, and gratitude. We were about to go into Read more
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The color purple and other femmy things
via Daily Prompt: Purple Recently, I received a cushion from one of my female yoga teachers. A purple cushion. Let it be known, with my red, pink, salmon, and other bright-colored oxford shirtsleeves, I am pretty secure in my sexuality. Still, the color of this cushion is emblematic of American yogic culture–overwhelmingly feminine. But hey, Read more
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The Daily Post and writer’s block
Is it the words The Daily Post is generating or am I having a case of writer’s block? Just when I relaunched this blog I find myself without much to say. True, I usually wax on about myself like I was the most interesting person in the blogosphere but, my new leaf of writing about Read more
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Me and minimalism: then and now
via Daily Prompt: Minimal Minimal Music In 1983 I was introduced through a record review by Robert Christgau’s in The Village Voice to the music of Philip Glass. It was at this time–the height of my very short but frenzied record-collecting phase of my life. My first album of by Glass was The Photographer followed Read more
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