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The Home   If my body is my home what is this house full of blood? within my skin? I can't leave it for a moment but finally will. It knows up and down, sideways, the texture of the future and the remnants of the past. It accepts moods as law no matter how furtively they slip in and out of consciousness. It accepts dreams as law of a different sort as if they came from a body well hidden within its own. He says, "Pull yourself together," but he already is. An old voice says, "stay close to home." Read more »

Taught my first yoga class in 7 months last night! It felt so good. I found a donation based studio here in Lansing that has an awesome following. I taught the free class. There were about 30 peeps in a teeny tiny room. Oh so cozy and warm. Many bouts of laughter were found as neighbors nosed and nudged one another.   Read Mary Oliver "Spring"   Violets have many leaves, each one so earnestly heart-shaped that you could not imagine the plant have Read more »

for lo, the eternal soverign luminious space, where rule the unnumbered stars, is the air we breathe in and the air we breathe out. And in the moment betwixt the breathing in and the breathing out is hidden all the mysteries of the infinite garden.   essene gospel of peace

I know for a while again the health of self-forgetfulness, looking out at the sky through a notch in the valley side, the black woods wintry on the hills, small clouds passing across. and I know that this is one of the thresholds between earth and heaven from which even I may step forth from myself and be free.   Wendell Berry