The fact that I do not want to teach yoga is a personal milestone, believe it or not. For me, it’s an indicator that I may be capable of moderation and gradual progression, after all. Let me explain. First, I am a teacher by nature. Every time I have ever taken the Myers Briggs personality… Continue reading I do not want to teach yoga.
A fluffy how-to home decorating post, with a bit of a British literature lesson and some pedantic exploration of the Aitareya Brahmana thrown in just for fun. I first read Virginia Woolf’s essay A Room of One’s Own during my undergraduate English degree years. It struck me as smart and powerful then, and continues to do so… Continue reading A Room of One’s Aum.
I’ve lost count of the times I have looked back after completing a journey or reaching a goal and thought, “Man! I wish I would have kept a journal. I totally should have blogged about this throughout the process.” This is probably because I really enjoy reading other people’s blog posts along a journey to doing… Continue reading And so it begins.