Posts Tagged: yoga

The Fox and the Rose

” I cannot play with you,” the fox said.  “I am not tamed” “…What does that mean–‘tame’?” [said the little prince]. “It is an act too often neglected” said the fox. “It means to establish ties…to me you are still

The Fox and the Rose

” I cannot play with you,” the fox said.  “I am not tamed” “…What does that mean–‘tame’?” [said the little prince]. “It is an act too often neglected” said the fox. “It means to establish ties…to me you are still

“Whosoever Sows Desire…”

“Whosoever sows desire harvests oppression” – Karl Marx   No, I have not read Marx’s Theses on Feuerbach (or The German Ideology for that matter), though I really should. I am quoting from Muriel Barbery’s deliciously heady novel, The Elegance of The Hedgehog, which

“Whosoever Sows Desire…”

“Whosoever sows desire harvests oppression” – Karl Marx   No, I have not read Marx’s Theses on Feuerbach (or The German Ideology for that matter), though I really should. I am quoting from Muriel Barbery’s deliciously heady novel, The Elegance of The Hedgehog, which

The Heights of Machu Picchu

Down through the blurred splendor, down through the night of stone, let me plunge my hand and let the ancient heart of the forgotten throb within me like a bird imprisoned for a thousand years! Today let me not forget

The Heights of Machu Picchu

Down through the blurred splendor, down through the night of stone, let me plunge my hand and let the ancient heart of the forgotten throb within me like a bird imprisoned for a thousand years! Today let me not forget

Gelassenheit: A German Lesson in Peru

 Mission: to be where I am.Even in that ridiculous, deadly seriousrole – I am the placeWhere creation is working itself out. – Thomas Tranströmer As I feel the powers of “releasement” shaping my life this very day, I am compelled

Gelassenheit: A German Lesson in Peru

 Mission: to be where I am.Even in that ridiculous, deadly seriousrole – I am the placeWhere creation is working itself out. – Thomas Tranströmer As I feel the powers of “releasement” shaping my life this very day, I am compelled

In The Belly of Beauty

Walking toward the cliff-top cabana in the thick of the night, feet sinking with each stride into the sand between two tides, with only a small flashlight to guide my steps, I stopped to look at the moon as she sat placidly curled in the inky sky. The waves were voraciously licking the land, each tide pounding with its own rhythm; both colluding to emit a wild symphony heightened to wondrous delight by the colourful call of the not-so-distant jungle.

In The Belly of Beauty

Walking toward the cliff-top cabana in the thick of the night, feet sinking with each stride into the sand between two tides, with only a small flashlight to guide my steps, I stopped to look at the moon as she sat placidly curled in the inky sky. The waves were voraciously licking the land, each tide pounding with its own rhythm; both colluding to emit a wild symphony heightened to wondrous delight by the colourful call of the not-so-distant jungle.

On Creation and Discovery…

When, last year, I heard the announcement of his winning, I started scouring the internet for what I could find of the Swedish poet of whom I knew not a single thing — and now Nobel Literature Prize laureate –Tomas Gösta Tranströmer! I

On Creation and Discovery…

When, last year, I heard the announcement of his winning, I started scouring the internet for what I could find of the Swedish poet of whom I knew not a single thing — and now Nobel Literature Prize laureate –Tomas Gösta Tranströmer! I