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Dear Prudence, won’t you come out to play
via Daily Prompt: Prudent I try to ride my bicycle to work every day. That’s eleven miles of commuting a day. Not much, but I don’t really like to ride on a recreational basis, and I don’t put in many steps in the form of walking my dog or “micro walks” (to quote a FitBit… Read more
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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 resurfaced recently as I sat on a mat, listening to a yoga teacher talk about dignity, contentment, and gratitude. We were about to start some breathing… 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
