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My Journal

A dance partner, a cradle, a pilgrim

Pulse Dance

Hiding Places

A tree house, scotch, the woods

The Choice Of Emptiness

The question becomes, how do we become aware of the limitations culture imposes on us from inside those limitations? How do we see through blind eyes? How do we begin to unclothe ourselves to return to our original nakedness, when we are taught that the clothes are us?

Spring Training

The package is wrapped in brown paper and it is soft, like somebody’s laundry coming back. It was delivered to the Admin building by the UPS, with Turley’s name on the address label. Sometimes Turley used to get a new pair of handle grips through the UPS, with his name on the label, but this is the first package he has gotten since the middle of the winter, when Mr. Parker died.

When The Heart Speaks

An Interview With Deena Metzger

Working with people who have life threatening diseases, it’s useful to approach disease as a metaphor because then you can do something about it. Then you are not simply in the hands of the doctors. If you can look at disease as a story being told that has to get your attention, and you can discover the story that your disease is telling you, then you have a chance of finding the healing story. People begin telling remarkable stories about important things that have been distorted or have been missing in their lives, areas that must be reconciled. The body says, “This loss, this distortion, or this amnesia that you’re living is killing me. The silence is killing me. And if you don’t fix it, we’ll die.”

Good Days And Good Days

“Exactly! Exactly!” he chortled. “Every day is a good day, some days are shitty days, AND every day is a good day!”

Aquatic Yoga With Dangerous Foods

These illustrations are from Aquatic Yoga with Dangerous Foods by Ric Haynes, whose fishy drawings have appeared previously in THE SUN.

Teachers

It was the intensity of the stare that made Sherab aware of the man. With a start he looked up from the orange basin of half-washed cups and saucers on the floor. The man’s pale, long-jawed face under its raft of red hair, a furious question in the blue eyes, sent a shock through him.

Sunbeams

I do not much believe in education. Each man ought to be his own model, however frightful that may be.

Albert Einstein