a few years ago kundalini became part of my yoga practice. Dages Keats led us through a series of meditations and kriyas. Together with the kundalini breath, mantras, mudras, bandhs and asanas, one strives to unwind their inner connection toward Higher consciousness. Unlike traditional forms of yoga, this branch focuses on the liquid energy flowing […]More
Writing exercises in poetry, fiction, and experiments to unlodge writer’s block, too.
Superfluous blue scarves, gargoyles gasp for one last breath, near gutted frames of stone; Druggies eat french fries The green market closing time, bassets and bacon; Exhaustion creeps in– street corner bucket percussion, Twilight water tower; Spectator denim legs in camouflage and blue: dude it’s fashion week! And have I mentioned: Love scorned on west […]More
Why haiku you say? Flash card occurrences, I retort smiling. Make it easier to remember, and to write. Snapshots of my life. Most days write/rewrite themselves. An oxymoron: Tradition vs. Now. Haiku invites choice, consideration. Words are selected with care. Emoted feelings seed, flourish, breathe then take flight. Haiku. That is why.More
it happened again. something about my new boss intimidates me. rather than speak up in today’s meeting, minor comments were offered. and even then I stumbled on phrases. (sigh) why? how can it be true? i had hoped that my meek self would be gone by now. instead, she lingers. much to my chagrin. i […]More
I’m thinking that if all my intentions are pure all is for the best. Of course illusions, though they appear to be real: are most often false. Leaving me to muse about dreams and memories of choice and regrets. And yet not one sticks. My heart rests easy tonight clear, fulfilled and near to capacity. […]More