Seeing red? I’m still here cross-legged on the mat, pondering. The weekend’s large helping of Om has still not worn off, or at least my coat still smells faintly of incense. Clearly too much gazing at one’s navel is not a good thing. Especially if it means children go unfed and husbands un-husbanded. However, a […]
How do you know when you’re happy?
Oh my dog: karma from the canine world.
Review: Without the right bra yoga is a bust
Acceptance: Feeding bananas to the mind monkey.
Speaking of monkeys… I can never decide if my urge to blog is similar to the restlessness athletes get if they don’t run, or just another way of procrastinating…Today I felt the itch but wasn’t sure where to go. Another post about my yoga weekend (nah, really, who cares?), wondering why my nephew has a […]