We reached an agreement. They put their toy guns down. They were full on “shooting” us because war is a distant, but constant reality for these children.
Now, did a small part of me stereotype and judge that one from a lower socioeconomic strata will not be tipping me. Yes, of course! Am I proud of that? Not so much. At the end of our ride she pulled out a $5 as would my own grandmother and told me to make sure I buy myself a nice cup of coffee.
Last week I made my way to what I thought would be a purely yogic weekend led by my California based teacher Ducky Punch on a beautiful island in Southern Ireland in the most serene of cottages, the Island Cottage. Everything about this experience was unique and unusual. Yes, I said it, unique and unusual. Now, before these… Continue reading Unique & Unusual: Heir Island Cottage Yoga Retreat and Culinary Experience
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Creepy.” The Daily Post WordPress Photo Challenge theme is “CREEPY”. This photo and what is represented in it is NOT creepy. The act itself is. Please continue reading. . . . . A passion of mine is travel and the learning of history through the means of… Continue reading Budapest Days: The Act Itself is Creepy
This morning I parked next to a security guard at the site I am working at this week. He stepped out of his car in his uniform and asked me whether I am a law enforcement agent or an educator? I assured him that I am an educator. He felt that he didn’t want me… Continue reading Climb In His Skin and Walk Around In It
Through yoga we practice to “meet our inner darkness impartially and compassionately, so that it can be transformed without being acted out in the world. We practice how to meet our inner violence nonviolently and how to express our negativity without hurting anyone, including ourselves.
I woke up this morning fighting with myself, because my body has decided that since we returned from the Southern Hemisphere (almost two weeks now), we are going to wake up around 5am. I shut my eyes hoping for one more hour, but my mind was already set on it’s mission for the day. I still fought it, but finally… Continue reading It’s a Mindset Thing