Headstand Poem

This poem is by Shu-Ching Jean Chen, Jeremy's friend and former co-worker in Hong Kong.

Headstand

Like a toddler, learning to walk for the first time
I hold up my feet to an unknown sky
The earth is my extended body,
My anchor of sanity

The passing sunlight
Shines on television, lamps, computer
And a transient reality
All disconnected from my senses

The whole world is to be tilted, twisted, slanted,
At my fingertips
Turned upside down, and shredded into dots and lines
Each reflecting on one dimension of an uneven truth

What comes from the heart
Goes straight into the mind
Earth has never be so close
The invisible law of gravity, so clear

winter lungs

Every winter, I see those beautiful tree branches without leaves and think, "lungs!, lungs are what those trees are!",
"Big huge, mega-lungs."

No New Year's Resolutions in 2011!

I'm very excited and happy to report, that here, in my living room, there will be no new year's resolutions to speak of, wish for or worry about.
It will be business (life: breathing, eating, loving, sleeping, reading, walking and talking) as usual!

Oh, Snow!

How I love thee, lovely snow.
You make me see in the snowy way of blankets and quiet.
Hot cocoa inside this ship of an apartment.
And you, snow, looking so pinky outside.

a yoga practice

If the definition of yoga is union, then doing a yoga practice could be like braiding your hair, everyday.

Or drawing together what you are doing and you who is doing it.
Your breath and your body (of course).
Cooking (always cooking, possibly my favorite yoga practice).
Eating something delicious, really fantastically delicious.
Riding a bicycle in NYC, or anywhere where you must pay attention...
Sweeping the floor smooth.
Hiking in the PNW
Oh the list is endless.
Infinity is yoga too!

mitzvah = karma yoga

My mom just reminded me that when you do a mitzvah, it is done without thought of getting anything in return.
I said "just like karma yoga!"
Because I love it when thoughts, ways of life, parallel each other like this.

There's a new DVD in town!

And it combines 2 of my favorite things, yoga, and food.
Yee-haw!

the yoga of motherhood

Oh, patience, patience, patience, patience.
Big eyes & love.
More patience, patience, patience, patience.
Strong arms, and the rocking back and forth of waves and the yogic 3 part breath.
A little more patience.
Diapers. Lots of them.
Singing, like chanting, to help our (Isaac and my) minds go elsewhere.
And the primordial rhythm of hunger and satisfaction.

Yoga of Isaac

I wonder what the yogis would say about new motherhood?
Love, pain, lack of sleep. That's what I say, so far.
Good thing he is so cute, or I don't know what I would do.

yoga helps you be happy!

The doctors say its GABA.
The yogis say its PRANA.
I say its what happens when we pay very close attention and hear something beautiful.

Look here: Yoga prevents Depression (uk telegraph article)

Practice yoga, and you can be as smiley as this guy!