Yoga Teacher Training

Yoga teacher training is kind of wonderful.  In an intense, rip-your-soul-out-and-examine-it kind of way.

I think there are about twenty five students,  two course leaders, and seven mentors.

The Monday after our first weekend together (two weeks ago) I think we were all giddy and a little in love with each other.   I don't think I've ever missed a group of people as much as I did that first day -- or looked forward to seeing them again this weekend.

We just finished our second weekend and honestly it was kind of hard to come home.

But also very very good.  I am finding, in many ways, that  yoga is a very practical practice.  You have to do the work, all of it.  And not for the sake of doing it or the experience of doing it, but so that you can get up off the mat and live your life in a better, more complete way.  For yourself, and for those around you.

e.e. cummings birthday - poem thursday

whatever it is, it's his birthday.  i like the no caps.  i wish i knew more about him.  the following two poems appeared on the writer's almanac today.   i'm shamelessly stealing them for a little poem thursday.

i started yoga teacher training a couple of weeks ago and there's so much to say about it i've been trying not to say anything for a little while.  i go back this weekend and i pretty much can't wait.

i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                                        i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)

since feeling is first
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

"i carry your heart with me" by E.E. Cummings, from Complete Poems 1904-62.

"since feeling is first" by E.E. Cummings, from 100 Selected Poems.