Inscriptions
It’s not often that I find myself in thrift shops. If I do, it is usually to donate rather than purchase. These days, it seems that my home is as full as my heart. I live in an on-going cycle of assessment, collection and purge. It’s as if objects whirl in circles on my patio and blow in on the wind. No matter how vigilant I am, I can’t seem to keep them from entering.
Starting Points
Often, at the end of a yoga class, students meet me at the door to review their experience. With smiles, shrugs or apologies, they describe how their bodies moved through the series of poses we practiced, explaining stories, feelings or thoughts. It seems that it is only once they have finished this review that they may move on from the practice and into the rest of their day.
