Wednesday, June 28, 2017

POP-UP yoga practice!

our thoughts begin where words end.
refining dark-enigma depths,
we gaze quiet mystery into each other and smile,
sharing the mind that's forgotten mind.
                                        ~  po chü-i
dearest dharma friends,
yogis and yoginis,
sangha sisters and brothers...

the community of practice is growing, growing, growing..
i have left the fertile ground of the central coast &
a devoted tribe of skilled and intentional practitioners ~
returning to the GNW to create afresh an opportunity
for the wholehearted practice of yoga here ..
with the crackerjack clan of northwest svadyaya!!

imagine this!
back up all those stairs for a stretch & a breath..
back to our honeycomb floor..
619 commercial avenue  #34 anacortes
we have the grace-filled opportunity to share the space
with kristen rosenbusch, the photographer for mama's and babes!

here is the schedule i have conjured up..
THURSDAY AM - 8:30 -10
FRIDAY AM - 9:30 - 11
SUNDAY AM - 10:00 - 11:30
MONDAY PM - 5:30 - 7

there is a new fare for the classes ~

the drop-in price for a single class is $18 ~
the series is still $108 with a change of 7 classes instead of 8 ~
as always - NO EXPIRY on the series..

if this causes distress for self or pocketbook, 
let's have a conversation..

NOTE: for those of you who have classes left from last year or beyond..
they will be honored, of course!

may i always share the practice in such a way as to be worthy of your support ~

there is a possibility of more classes
hither and thither but for now..this is it!
private sessions are always available..

the classes will begin on thursday, july 6th, 8:30 AM

please come ~
please bring your props ~

shall we practice the practice that is in our medicine chest ~
the heart of radiance, rapture, repose?
practicing, practicing for the boundless..
practicing, practicing for the one ~

always om ~

queries? 360 770 7891

Monday, June 26, 2017

if you knew

what if you knew you'd be the last
to touch someone?
if you were taking tickets, for example,
at the theatre, tearing them,
giving back the ragged stubs,
you might take care to touch that palm,
brush your fingertips
along the life line's crease.

when a man pulls his wheeled suitcase
too slowly through the airport, when
the car in front of me doesn't signal,
when the clerk at the pharmacy 
won't say thank you, i don't remember
they're going to die.

a friend told me she'd been with her aunt.
they'd just had lunch and the waiter,
a young gay man with plum black eyes,
joked as he served the coffee, kissed
her aunt's powdered cheek when they left.
then they walked half a block and her aunt
dropped dead on the sidewalk.

how close does the dragon's spume
have to come?  how wide does the crack
in heaven have to split?
what would people look like
if we could see them as they are,
soaked in honey, stung and swollen,
reckless, pinned against time?
                ~ ellen bass

do we remember - as sogyal rinpoche asks us -
that we are dying, and everyone and everything else is,
and so treat all beings at all times with compassion?
it is a most generous way to be ..
to be in the present..and presence..

as it is said:
our lives are not precious because they are so valuable..
our lives are precious because they are so fleeting ~

Monday, June 19, 2017


ever since returning from alaska!
i have been feeling very small..
small is too big a word to speak of
my place in the scheme of things..

the sky - the heavenly night planets
& the stars - farther  and farther
yet very near and holy huge..
trees are toweringly taller..
shrubs, too! for that matter ..

my legs.. are they really shorter than they were
before the trek into the wilderness..?

air itself, the pranic winds ..
pressing in on the top of my head ~
you are no taller than this!

proportions, perspectives, relationships..
a most intimate unknowing of the big picture..

how vast it all is..
how wee, we all are..

making up the mosiac of the great divine..

Wednesday, June 7, 2017


my first visit to alaska..

out of all the darkness 
and glacier crushing and grinding
comes this warm abounding beauty and life
to teach us 
what we in our ignorance and fear 
call destruction 
is creation - 
finer and finer..
               ~ john muir

this is so ..
the wilderness of glacier bay..
the sounds and dialects of raven..
the coo and woo of the eagles..
whales tales and fish scales
crumdudgeon elders -
first nation carvers..
wild flowers and whiskey -
bush-whacking and trail blazing..
yoga tucked into small corners..
boats and ferry boats
ginormas cruise boats in the distance..
salmon ..
halibut cheeks ..
my own rosies!

now, as a junior ranger for the national parks..
taking my vow in sitka
with a badge to prove my intention..
to appreciate, respect and protect all
national parks and wildlife.
to continue to learn about landscape,
plants, animals & history of these special places
while sharing what i learn with my family and friends.

the last frontier