I hope the storm that blew through our nation’s capital Friday night is a once in a lifetime experience. Watching from the rear window of our treetop level apartment, the woods behind our building undulated like a giant bed of sea anemone being whipped about by the roiling crosscurrents of an angry ocean. Thinking that the stiff wind would cool our stifling bedroom, I opened the window a crack and then took an anxious step back, feeling as if I’d just admitted a furious phantasm that was eager to smash anything it could reach. Read More
I teach yoga and yoga philosophy in Washington D.C. and vicinity. This is where I offer thoughts and observations on the relevance of traditional yoga scripture to contemporary yoga practice and culture. You can find my complete profile and teaching schedule here.