When Yoga Hurts

She wore the scar of satya on her face Her legs cried “pigeon” as tapas poured from her eyes. Ink of santosha stained her skin. — Forward fold Inhale Exhale Down dog. — The release brought up those things She pushed away for the longest time So she stopped. — Yoga wouldn’t leave her life…

Wise Beyond Her Teeth

My “twelve-year-molars” came in when I was 16, and I currently feel like I’m teething, which must mean that my wisdom teeth are finally popping up. They must know how wise I am.  Or am not, if you prefer. Ever since leaving the high school, where I attended classes with the same kids I went…

Road Trips and Fingernail Lakes

Last Friday I dragged a few of my Bostonian friends to Rochester, NY – home of garbage plates, Abbotts ice cream, and empty Kodak buildings. Mis amigos got to see the Hilton Carnival on our first night; the epitome of the town I went through grade-school in. We toured much of the Fingerlakes region the…