Category Archives: Poems/Essays/Articles

Writing exercise: Word Association.

  In my yoga/writing retreat I talk a lot about the importance of writing, without worrying about whether it is good or not.  This isn’t wisdom that I made up all on my own, of course, it’s come from the likes of writers such as Julia Cameron & Anne Lamott and Mark Twain and, perhaps, every other writer who gives advice about writing. It’s Anne Lamott’s ‘Shitty first draft’ advice really. But still, it’s not easy advice to heed.  So many nights I sit and agonize over the word I want to use or worse, I sit and scroll through facebook, waiting for inspiration to strike, not writing a lickContinue Reading

Images inspired by David Whyte

Besides the 500 conversations I have with myself on a daily hourly basis, I often have some kind of looped content streaming in the background  Sometimes it’s a song (“a jitterbug”), other times it’s a quote and occasionally it’s a poem.  For the past few days it’s been David Whyte’s poem “Everything is waiting for you”.  But, while this prose has been going over and over in my head it’s sort of been inspiration for the things I look at, and take pictures of.  I see something here in India and one of the lines comes up and then I take a picture.  Or, I’ve seen a picture I already have, orContinue Reading

Susan the Sagittarius

So, this morning I’m up at the butt crack of dawn. I linger in bed and then, at 7:30 I decide, instead of sitting at my kitchen table and writing, I would walk down to the beach, sit on a bench and write my little heart out onto 3 pages.  My ritual (the writing part).   The sun was half risen, the runners were out; their breath foggy and their ponytails bouncy, and the SUV’s were pulling out of driveways along Pequot avenue like diving women in those 1940′s musicals.  One after the other.   It was, in all manner – quite a normal morning in this abundantly cashed upContinue Reading

An ode to my little sister – on her birthday

35 years ago, I had to learn the word share. 35 years ago, I had to learn the words ‘be friends’ 35 years ago, I had to learn that there are other hands to hold. 35 years ago, I had to learn what sister means. There are 35 years of stories; so many stories that would keep a fire roaring for well into many nights…so many nights. Stories sit and wait to be told. I wish growing up waited like that, sometimes. In the early years, when we were kids, I said your words for you. I was probably 4 or 5, you 2 or 3. Apparently you didn’t needContinue Reading

Poem: “Hokusai says” by Roger Keyes

One of the joys of my work is the interaction I have with students and other teachers.  My world, as a yoga teacher, is filled with creative, eclectic, generous people who are often teetering on the edge of conformity.  Or, they are conforming but in a way that has them making their own rules. Either way, I am aware that each time I step in and out of a yoga class I am never quite sure what will unfold, who I will have a conversation with or what anyone takes away from class.  I know that I always step away with questions; “Did I pay attention?”  ”What did I miss?”Continue Reading

Poem: Desiderata ~ Max Ehrmann

As someone who lives, what some call, an ‘unstructured’ life, which is to say; unconventional, or, ‘creative’ as kinder people say (though I claim not to live any kind of life tethered to a label) I often deal with voids.  Maybe there is a better word to use when describing a lack of content but, mostly, it feels like a void in authentic content, so I suppose that’s what I’ll stick with for right now. Some folk call it writers block but, I don’t get that.  Which is not to say that I don’t experience that, I just don’t consider it a block.  I’m not blocked, I write daily, IContinue Reading

Thank you Ricky Ponting

Thank you Ricky Ponting

  Dear Ricky Ponting, You don’t actually know me, in fact, we’ve never met but I am writing to thank you for the outstanding contribution you have made to my life, particularly my experience in India. I’m an Australian girl who recently spent 2 ½ months in the exotic Indian sub-continent on my own and it seems you’re kind of a big deal around there. Truth be told, I’m not much of a cricket fan.  Actually, if I am to be completely honest, I’d rather watch my dribble make its descent than watch a cricket match, at least I know it will end faster.  Please, don’t be insulted, I understandContinue Reading

Newsletter #4: Presence means intimacy with What is.

“Presence means intimacy with What is” It’s officially Christmas throughout the world, so talk of presents is ripe.  I spent Christmas Eve in the company of good friends and their family.  It was truly delightful in a way that, only a few years ago, would have been met with apprehension and disdain by me.  Tonight, however, I was at a table full of cracked and flying lobster shells, warm butter sauce, good wine and squeals of anticipation for Santa’s arrival (is 36 too old to squeal?) I haven’t ever been a Christmas kind of person.  At least not when I became old enough to know better.  And, certainly not whenContinue Reading

For silence. A Poem: When you have no words ~ Donna Jackson

On Friday afternoon I walked into the yoga studio, Saraswati’s Yoga Joint, where I was to teach a class at 4pm.  It was 3 o’clock and I was wired from an afternoon of crying, numb from disbelief and needed the solace of silence.  My ears had been wringing with the saddening chaos of the day’s tragedy. I sat in the windowsill, a note dropped out from a book that was loose in it.  The first line said: “The same words in silent are in listen”  but I didn’t want to hear. 28 people dead.  20 Children murdered.  The world just discovered Newtown, Connecticut. Wait, let me understand that again.  BecauseContinue Reading

Poem: Autobiography in 5 short Chapters

Autobiography in five short chapters ~ Portia Nelson 1. I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk I fall in. I am lost….I am helpless It isn’t my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. 2. I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again. I can’t believe I am in the same place but, it isn’t my fault. It still takes a long time to get out. 3. I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there.Continue Reading