Kinda Like Boot Camp Except Everybody's Totally Nice to Each Other (Notes from Kripalu Yoga Teacher Training #1)

...somewhere in the middle of the frozen lake,
a pulse.





Just to dig it all and not to wonder, that's just fine...
Van Morrison

From the Muddy Shore of Lake Mahkeenac (Autumn Rivulet #4)

...picnic table on the muddy shore of Lake Mahkeenac...water rippling grey, below gray skies...so many shades of grey...enough, I think, to make a distinction between gray and grey almost meaningful...though the specifics are rather gray....always so hard to find meaning and distinction...and so easy to get lost...

...I don't intend to get lost in the woods, generally speaking...it's just that I don't try very hard to avoid it...and rarely regret when it does....mud seeping into my boots in a marshy stretch, less solid to walk on than it looked....trails keep disappearing into fallen leaves this time of year...no telling what might be underneath....anyway, you're never really having fun until you get dirty...

...walls are easiest to walk through when you've forgotten they're there...momentarily, at least...and think you're going somewhere else entirely...there may not, in fact, be any other way...

*blogcasting live from the coffee shop, Kripalu, Massachusetts*