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Yoga Poetry – Almost Gone

posted by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg on November 17, 2014 |

albionYoga Poetry Almost Gone The sun calls one last word in its rusting voice, then leans to the west, sweetening its tune by forgetting the melody. The taste of light lingers in the sudden cooling of breath, the slim branch of a twisted tree over the horizon where one crow waits for the shadows the moon will throw over the brome field two turns of the wheel back in time.

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Yoga Poetry – Body of Time

posted by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg on October 9, 2014 |

emotionYoga Poetry – Body of Time What did you expect?, the knee asks. Just the way of the world, says the elbow. The wrinkles of the knuckles laugh harder, and the little toes on both feet turn out as if escape was possible. This body of time takes another breath, sends another valentine, ignores another blast of hatred even as it learns new tricks: ways to hang upside down in

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The Yoga of Swimming

posted by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg on September 17, 2014 |

yoga of swimmingThe Yoga of Swimming I step into the cold pond, each step a bit more of a shiver, my feet happy and a little nervous on the rounded rocks and moss. My friend surges ahead of me and drives up, splashing me with cold and life. I know I need to take another step and let go, sink in to my shoulders, but I also know that yelping will likely

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Yoga Poetry – What the Sky is Made Of

posted by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg on September 3, 2014 |

iridescent cloudsYoga Poetry – What the Sky Is Made Of The sky is made of soft rain and hard light, the old yearning to be held, the ancient fear of not having enough, and the fountain of wind that says, Something’s gone, something else is arriving.   The sky is made of rocks shattered finer than the smallest atoms of human memory, air we call breath once we take it in

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Where Is My Body? How Yoga Practice Answers That Question

posted by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg on August 7, 2014 |

yoga practiceWhere is My Body? How Yoga Practice Answers That Question When I started doing yoga, I was confused a lot. Always having a hard time remembering left and right, and also being somewhat disembodied after years of residing in my frontal lobe, I had trouble following direction. In Warrior II, when the teacher said to turn my back foot in one way, I would often turn it the other way.

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Yoga Poetry – Then It’s Over

posted by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg on July 28, 2014 |

yoga poetryYoga Poetry Then It’s Over The blue breaks through the setting clouds, an old fire, while the field lays down its colors for the night. Sky tumbles over itself day to night, tension to calm. What we think happened, and what no one but the wind saw– all lost to the first falling star. Nothing hurts for a moment. Those you love shine whether still here or long gone. A

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Ending a Yoga Class

posted by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg on July 14, 2014 |

ending a yoga classEnding a Yoga Class When we begin teaching at a certain time, we don’t usually envision the class ending. Such was the case with my Monday noon-1:00 pm. Class I started teaching three years ago. The class was one of the first at a new yoga studio in the west side of our town where there aren’t other yoga studios, which tend to be clumped on the east side. Our

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Yoga Poetry – The Bridge

posted by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg on June 26, 2014 |

yoga poetryYoga Poetry – The Bridge The bridge is made of weather. The bridge is made of time. Translucent, the color of water, it spans the world in sharp relief to lushness of green, western edge of blue, rain shadow in between.   Five miles north, the cedars drink up the storm while the sky inhales old starlight, already dead when it lands, for rock and root, bowed thunderhead and nightfall,

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What to Do When Your Yoga Class Falls Asleep

posted by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg on June 9, 2014 |

kitty savasanaWhat To Do When Your Whole Yoga Class Falls Asleep They fell asleep, every last one of them. I could tell people were dozing off when I led them through a guided imagery in Savasana, telling them about the need for rest and replenishment as the seasons changed. They obviously took me at my word. Snoring abounded. Slow, deep breathing took over. Some people’s eyelids fluttered just a bit; others

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Yoga Poetry – You Rise Up to Meet the Falling World

posted by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg on May 29, 2014 |

yoga poetryYoga Poetry You Rise Up to Meet the Falling World Whatever you lift to the sky, the sky covers: middle-of-the-night exaggerations dissolve to slivers of sadness on your pillow, middle-of-life jolts compress the heavens into one streak of sleet, thawing into softer ground. Like the rain cycle that obscures the view, you can lose your way on old ground or forget the innate blue light in everything, ready again. The

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