A Walk In The Woods

A Walk In the Woods

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover I had not lived.

Henry David Thoreau

Above photo credit Erin Arvella –
Yoga at Sunset on the Summit above the Continental Divide #Feathered Pipe Ranch

I hear my father’s voice when I see the above quote by Henry David Thoreau. Somewhere in the background, I hear the bold sound track of The Pines of Rome. In the mid 1960s, my Dad took a sabbatical from teaching high school. He was awarded a John Hay Fellowship to study in a Masters program at Harvard. Our family of 5 ventured from home in a used Country Squire station wagon, filled with the belongings that would serve us for the year. On one very long day, we drove from our modest suburban Philadelphia home to Massachusetts to live in a 2 bedroom apartment in Cambridge.

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Holding My Own

Holding My Own

I rekindled an adolescent love of yoga 5 years ago.  You might not know it to look at me.    As a 60 something post menarche who has lived life fully, I wear my “menopot” with a bit a self-consciousness.  Although I try to tell myself that my belly is  magical or jolly like those of ancient Goddesses and Buddha,  it’s very existence seems to defy my post retirement aspiration of sharing yoga with others.   Even though many different types and…

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