Lost and Found

This morning, I met a good and dear friend for coffee in Carytown. We shared a quiet conversation – in tone and in heart – about loss and the continuity of personality during and after loss. Since my friend and I last enjoyed a really good sit down together, we have both lost someone [...]

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Busy Mind

The physical practice of yoga makes me strong and bendy. I feel close to the wind and sky when I practice outside in my yard. The fading scent of Winter Daphne is a strong motivator for inhaling.
At the barn, I hold King Dancer and hold Albert like he is the wall. With no [...]

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Albert Yoga

I remember the first time I rode a horse…ever. Mini-dresses were fashionable – it was the 60s, and I was five. We lived in Boulder, Colorado, where a few buffalo still roamed. My father arranged for us to ride together, and I showed up wearing a mini-dress. Man, was that uncomfortable. I remember the ride [...]

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