Category Archives: words
Details
They say that “God is in the details“. Considering that the only divinity in my life comes through words and images, then this saying is definitely true for me. A love of details defines–even inspires–everything that is important to me. Being in the present moment draws my attention to the most extraordinary of details. Writing [...]
New fiction: Eddy takes a yoga class
Is it a cliche to be a little in love with your yoga teacher? If so, then Eddy didn’t mind admitting it. He liked Natalie and the way she walked the rows between their mats, the movement of her legs outlined in tight black yoga pants. Her thighs whispering as she passed Eddy’s mat, her [...]
A note about yoga and writing
I love myesore practice on Mondays. Even if I’m not entirely awake as I ride the metro downtown, I love being in the studio that early in the morning. And if I get there by 7am, the studio is sometimes all mine. At that hour, there’s a warm brown-yellow glow in the studio as the subdued [...]
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Where are you doing your writing?
I have been a paper and pen junkie for as long as I can remember. The story goes that when I was a child and my mother took me shopping, she would plead with me to come away from the books and buy a doll instead. Or maybe even a dress. But all I wanted was [...]
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The ethical writer
Blurgh! I am trying to write a short story about a man who decides to take a yoga class (you knew it was bound to happen). Obviously, I’ve been drawing on my own impressions and experiences in yoga classes to recreate the scene on paper, but there’s more scratching out than filling in. The problem? [...]
Meditating writers. Writing meditators.
This January, I took meditation training at naada yoga. These are some reflections and observations culled from the experience. Excerpt from the meditation journal: This idea of breaking with the stories that we tell ourselves about who we are and what we’re experiencing –> I spend so much time in my life making up stories [...]
New fiction: The end of the crush
Their conversation interrupted by the arrival of drinks, Marie-Anne and her friends all lean back in their chairs to let the waiter wipe down the table and toss coasters on the still-damp surface. In the meantime, she lets her eyes travel the length of their table, her eyes resting momentarily on the face of each [...]
Fiction: Marie-Anne and the glasses
These snippets are not in chronological order. The last scribblings I published take place after Marie-Anne and him are lovers. This one takes place before. ———— Marie-Anne felt the music moving up her back, lifting her shoulder blades and then travelling down her arms and out her fingertips. She surrendered to abandon and the darkness [...]
New fiction: Marie-Anne on Monday morning
Marie-Anne still woke up early on Monday mornings for yoga at the studio. She took the metro at 6:15 and was able to get on the mat by 7:00. She tried not to hurry the practice but she did sometimes skip over some of the sitting postures to get back on the metro by quarter [...]
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