This is for you
This is for the kid who sneaks out of class.
The one who has a commitment outside that is larger than themselves. The one who lingered in place only long enough so that ‘no one’ noticed their absence but not them leaving.
This is for the one who dared to show up in the first place because they honored a commitment to themselves.
This is for the one who put themselves in the game. The one who…
Going Deep: The Art of Adjusting Asana in the Ashtanga Practice
4 & 17/12
Those guys will also tell you about their new Lego, Pixar movie, swimming class, and hurt finger maybe even in the same breath. Those are important things to them, and they get excited about things that are new and important. They will forget…
Screaming in Silence
On the mat, in silence, no one can hear me screaming or thinking words of anger and frustration. The half smile, smirk, across my face is a symbol of how much I have overcome, and a reminder of how far I have to go. The determination and focus of the eyes are the silent footsteps of where I’m going without attachment or grim determination, I’m simply here, taking practice.
The breath, like a…
What is your reason?
Playing triage nurse is stressful, I often doubt myself, take on the patients anxiety, frustration, and fear, I can get overwhelmed, and it is lonely in the box. I don’t have the answers and I am looked at or expected to have those guys from both the MD’s and the patients. Every nerve is shot and that game is more difficult than practicing the ashtanga intermediate series.
This Wednesday seems…
For Those Who Can
In my favorite poem by Anis Mojgani, ‘For Those Who Can Still Ride In Airplanes‘ there is a line:
I wanna tell him, “Slow down, Quentin.
You don’t have to touch and go. You can see it all if your finger whispers on one word.
Slow down and hold what you see just a little bit longer.”
For in a world of fast faces, I’m looking for God everywhere, trying to figure out a little better this little thing…