I walked home from restorative yoga class this evening feeling ... well... restored. A little restored at least. A little more at peace with the world, a little more sure of my steps within it. I was amusing myself singing along to KD's Rama Bolo as I walked along. Everything felt OK. So when I encountered... Continue Reading →
“God be in my understanding” — a yogi’s perspective
Just because I can't define it or describe it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. I'm talking about spirituality and yoga. Or rather spirituality and my yoga. It's something I feel very uncomfortable about as a lifelong atheist. And yet my yoga practice was never a purely physical practice; it sprang from my meditation. But increasingly I... Continue Reading →