The End of the World

At the suicide prevention training class, the teacher says; Who in this room has ever considered suicide? I raise my hand quickly. And one other person. Everyone swivels to face us.   Hasn’t everyone wondered? I say. Doesn’t the person who thinks, sometimes...

Home Coming

  “And when it reached the open door love itself was gone.” ~ Leonard Cohen       At the tree park I can hear the high school game.  At home I can hear it. It’s night and September and I’m sweating. The crowd chants together in boosts, along with drums....

The New Face of Yoga (chapter uno)

After great pain, a formal feeling comes – * ~Emily Dickinson     The shock of the announcement runs through my body. I wake at three or so on alternate nights and stay awake. The other nights the book falls out of my hands and words on the page mix with...

NATURE

Fall 1985. Boulder. Driving down 9th street to Danelle Helander’s Friday afternoon technique class. I think I won’t be able to make it through class on the cigarette and coffee with milk I had for lunch. Eyes on road, left hand on wheel, right hand reaches to floor of...

The Architecture of Love

Every meeting                                                                                                is surely a                                                                                                            separation. *   After Trungpa...

The Good Vehicle

My father taught me how to move with wind and water. He taught me to read the direction of the wind by turning my cheek, appreciate the lines of the sail and cleats and tiller. He said, watch out, you’re luffing. Luffing is when the sail is not taught; there is...