Gartenfische's Main Loves

  • God

  • Yoga

  • Meditation

  • Books

  • Photography

  • Gardening

  • Music

  • Silence

  • and of course . . . her family.

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They can be like a sun, words. They can do for the heart what light can for a field.

- John of the Cross

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A Gift, Wrapped In A Gift

Monday, April 28th, 2008

Halfway through practice at Mysore class yesterday, an epiphany flung itself into my consciousness (now this is not going to sound epiphanic to you because it is not yours, but believe me, it was): Yoga is a gift. Yes, that’s it: Yoga is a gift.
It wasn’t a mere thought; we have thoughts all the […]

LGFI: Letting Go (Yes, Again), Friendship, Intention

Wednesday, January 2nd, 2008

There’s so much I have to let go of. Including this frantic pace of trying to keep up with everything online.
I’ve been purposefully spending less time at the computer and more time with family and puppy. Since J graduated, she’s been around a little more, which makes me really really happy. And P has committed to […]

On Doorknobs And Departed Souls

Wednesday, October 31st, 2007

Sometimes it’s good to learn to live with what we don’t like. Starting with our own failings, of course. I am also learning to live with: ugly carpet in our family room; the off-puke color of our house; grotesque 1970s dark brown trim. Bad windows. An untiled master bathroom (I’m getting used to Hardibacker […]

Street Yoga + Ashtanga Ad

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007

This video is amazing.  (Thank you, Kirsten.) It’s called Street Yoga—free yoga classes for homeless kids. You have to watch this!
I am pretty sure Linda has been teaching free classes to women who can’t afford studio fees. That is just beautiful.
Yoga is for everybody! Every body. Yoga is beautiful and healing and I am so grateful for what it’s […]

Short Post. Don’t Fall Off Your Chair

Friday, October 19th, 2007

It was starting to seem like I’d forgotten how to write one. Sheesh.
On yoga: I’m doing a couple more Intermediate Series poses (through bhekasana—my poor feet!—and how the heck do you lift your chest?) I wonder if it’s a good idea to try some other types of yoga classes, so that I’m not doing only the same poses ALL OF THE TIME? […]

Let Her Who Is Not In Community Beware Of Being Alone

Monday, October 15th, 2007

Let him who cannot be alone beware of community. . . . Let him who is not in community beware of being alone. -Dietrich Bonhoeffer
I am a solitary creature. Peering back through my life to childhood, I see that I have always been, sometimes comfortably, sometimes not. I think it’s partly nature and partly nurture (or […]

Fear

Friday, August 10th, 2007

I don’t really want to write about it.  A part of me does, but a brain-sized part of me doesn’t.  Avoidance isn’t a habit that should be overindulged, so I’ll just, as they say, do it.
Once I was meeting with my spiritual director (a sort of therapist, but the primary focus is on […]

Try Not Believing Your Thoughts

Monday, August 6th, 2007

John Tarrant wrote, “Try not believing your thoughts—that might be liberating.”*
There are the obvious thoughts that should be tossed (like I don’t deserve to be forgiven or God doesn’t love me), and then there are thoughts that sneak in through the crack under the door and we almost don’t know they’re there.  We end up just […]

Slow And Steady

Sunday, July 29th, 2007

It’s a moon day and I’m going to a Mysore class. (Somebody arrest that woman! Verboten, verboten.) My practices have been scanty this week and I need to go. Plus classes offer their own special challenges. They force me to up the concentration level, or I leave feeling dissatisfied—as if I’ve spent the entire […]

It’s A Human Construct: This Dichotomy

Thursday, July 26th, 2007

The cross hanging on the wall in the yoga shala was a lovely gift when I noticed it during practice—a reminder that yoga and Christianity don’t have to be at odds,  that these two loves of mine are not natural enemies.  I e-mailed the owner to thank her, and she wrote back:  ”I hoped it […]

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