Note: if this post looks familiar, it is because I posted it erroneously to my art blog earlier today.
Peg Mulqueen in Laguvajrasana
This is too much fun. I feel called to name the flaws in the picture, but it occurs to me that if you can’t see them already then I don’t need to help you out there. I think a lot of us do this in yoga too, somebody compliments our backbends and we deflect the compliment by saying “Oh yes, but what was happening on my jumpthrough today I wonder?”
I’m writing a blurb about yoga for church. I’m a Unitarian Universalist, more or less because they don’t mind people who worship trees as much as anything else. I don’t mean that I literally worship trees, but for me the universe is very present in the locus that is a tree. So I walk in the woods a lot. Unitarians are a pretty forgiving lot, and very accepting of different viewpoints. Anyway… I’m writing about yoga for church, which seems harder than blogging because I can’t just hit “publish” and wait for the fallout. I have to get up and say it in front of people I know, people I see at school and the supermarket and the local library. It has to do with how my practice of yoga contributes to a sense of rebirth and renewal in my life.
For that matter, it’s bring a friend to church week at my little church in Groton, MA. So if you live in the area and would like to come and see what some tree huggers and other folks do on Sunday mornings…. you just have to squeeze in your practice before 10AM. We have a really good choir and, I think, the best minister in the whole world. She makes me cry and always speaks to the inner depths of the human soul.