Spiritual Practice

I opened the closet door and lifted my turquoise mat out from where it was wedged in the corner. About ten feet from the bassinet holding my sleeping baby, I unrolled the mat slowly. The last thing my nurse called out to me was No yoga for six weeks! as I left the hospital withContinue reading “Spiritual Practice”

Inner Country Silence

I like doing things. I’m a doer. I am such a good doer, in fact, that sometimes I pack my schedule with things to do until I am almost frantic. And then I make the mistake of thinking that my worth is tied up in how much I accomplish. I want to leave a markContinue reading “Inner Country Silence”