Archive for the ‘Yoga’ Category

The Dead Can’t Hear

April 7th, 2012 | No Comments

There are those things I find categorically wrong with certain teaching practices of yoga that I have witnessed, and then there are those that I simply disagree with – this is one of the latter.

I submit for the consideration of the jury, that Savasana is a silent practice.


March 21st, 2012 | 3 Comments

I teach a regular Sunday morning meditation class. In it we often discuss how meditation at its core is being alone with your own thoughts.

Death & Humour

September 18th, 2011 | No Comments

Things end. I was reminded of this recently during the second act of As You Like It at Bard On The Beach, when a gentlemen about 15 feet away had a heart attack. Sometimes we are exposed to things that we are not prepared for.

Hot Meditation

August 9th, 2011 | No Comments

The yoga isn’t always what you think.

Laugh. Now. I Mean It.

August 8th, 2011 | No Comments

It’s important to do fun stuff. I know, ground-break statement. But medically, scientifically, ayurvedically; it actually is important.

Strike A Pose

July 20th, 2011 | No Comments

Last night in class I reiterated for my regular students, and underlined clearly for my new students, that in my class they have the absolute freedom to skip any pose they want.

The Birthplace of Intention

July 20th, 2011 | No Comments

A recent story in the news caught my attention, concerning the passing of the last remaining heir to the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

What Are You An Expert Of?

July 16th, 2011 | 2 Comments

I received an interesting email this weekend.

Trade Passion for Silliness

July 7th, 2011 | No Comments

One of my favourite teachers is coming to town soon. His name is Lama Marut. He is an American that went to Tibet, where he was ordained a Buddhist monk. He then traveled around on a motorcycle to teach. He was the motorcycle monk.

The Irony of Yoga Practice

July 4th, 2011 | No Comments

One of the primary intellectual practices of yoga is non-attachment. We learn how our experience of influential things in our lives hinges not on the intrinsic value of these things, but on our relationship to them.