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”

Rain, and Change

The rains have come and gone, and now all that’s left is the aftermath. What have we lost? In many ways, after this summer of 2013, we will never be the same. From wildfires to floods, nothing gold can stay, as Frost said so well. When my wife and I first moved to Denver, inContinue reading “Rain, and Change”

Postcards From November

I wish postcards were still a part of our written culture. There’s something whimsical and nostalgic about them, something poetic in their paucity of words and dependence on images, and the fact that they are both private and public in their message. (An aside: I remember, a long time ago, buying a postcard that hadContinue reading “Postcards From November”

Chains

Yesterday, while riding up a trail called Mayhem Gulch at Centennial Cone (great names, aren’t they?—but that’s another story), I think I (brilliantly, amazingly) developed a new kind of essay: a chain. Riding is good for such deep, creative musing. Anyway, a chain essay is a linked series (duh), connected by an idea, image, orContinue reading “Chains”