The New Year

The new year is upon us and I, like most everyone, am caught between reflecting on the year that has passed, and looking forward–with eagerness, trepidation, cautious hope–to the new year. 2023 as a blank notebook. A clear sky. A trailhead with no clear terminus, or direction, really. And yet, here we are, here IContinue reading “The New Year”

Yoga Christmas, With Sloth

It’s December, which means that it’s the time of the year where I totally feel like a fat, lazy, bland slob. I’ve been eating too much chocolate, too many cookies. And not working out at all. I’m reminded of my undergrad lit teacher, quoting Sloth, one of the seven deadly sins, in Marlowe’s Dr. Faustus:Continue reading “Yoga Christmas, With Sloth”

Cold, With Swan

I just finished up teaching a class on Mary Oliver, who is one of a handful of poets who make a living from writing. Her work is spare, simple, and melodic. Like another handful of poets, I’d say that she’s as much a philosopher as a poet, and therefore her work is primarily natural andContinue reading “Cold, With Swan”

Surviving the Cold

Finally it seems as if winter is here, and while I’m a bit bummed about the frigid air outside and the brutally dry air inside, I’m a bit relieved. After all, this summer seemed, well, apocalyptic in its heat, and in the fires that raged all over the state. Riding can still be had–snow isContinue reading “Surviving the Cold”