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Wednesday, May 18, 2022
Sacred Surrender: Thoughts on Roe v. Wade, the more-than-human, and the continuity of life
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Grandkids napping, 2021 My Korean immigrant mother told me only one thing about sex: “We don’t believe in abortion.” It was the 1970s. She...
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Wednesday, March 23, 2022
My Ūrdhva Dhanurāsana Journey
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This Ūrdhva Dhanurāsana has been 26 years in the making. I’m not a natural backbender by any means. Every centimeter of this pose has come t...
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Thursday, February 3, 2022
The Lowdown: My Period
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I came to Iyengar Yoga through a side door: dance. I started doing yoga, casually and randomly, in my late 20s and early 30s, as something t...
Tuesday, January 4, 2022
Crying at Costco
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Sunset over Honolulu from my 10th floor window In an effort to stock a kitchen from scratch, I borrowed my son’s Costco card to buy staples:...
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Monday, December 20, 2021
An Apprenticeship with `Aina
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Ha`ena Beach , Kea`au, Hawaii I left my home city of Detroit with nothing on my keychain. No house, no car, no keys. Modernity made it rel...
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Thursday, November 25, 2021
Thanksgrieving
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THANKSGRIEVING i am just beginning to dip my toes into the ocean of grief my parents tried to protect me from no longer here to shield me ...
Monday, November 8, 2021
A Humble Request
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Beloved Iyengar Yoga Detroit Collective Community, I have been unspeakably blessed with our beautiful community. I am so deeply grateful to ...
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