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While undergoing an intensive yoga training in Minneapolis over the summer, I learned the Sanskrit term svadyaya, or “self-study.” Much to my surprise, I discovered that reading Tarot cards or other types of divination decks (something I’ve been doing since high school) falls under the svadyaya category. Rather than seeing this activity as “occult,” one can simply see it as a method of getting acquainted with oneself in a deep and meaningful manner. During the training, we would often be invited […]
What a gift to have found an activity that makes you feel strong enough to fly, and to have a community that will be there for you in case you slip and fall. I am one grateful yogi who is, by the way, now certified to teach! And I have the feeling my journey has only just begun . . .
Three weeks ago, I returned to my hometown of Minneapolis for a family celebration. It was my first time back home since my visit in 2013. This was a short stay, and I had precious little time to take photos just for the sake of taking photos. However, I did manage to capture a few artsy shots which I’d like to share here.
A queue of people curls around the block. Are they waiting to get into some exclusive new club? No, they’re lined up to dine at Al’s Breakfast: the Minneapolis haunt that’s served the Dinkytown neighborhood for over six decades. To dine at Al’s is to experience life within the belly of a living, breathing legend. But to earn a seat here, you’ll probably have to wait. At eleven feet wide, occupying what was formerly an alleyway between two buildings, Al’s […]
“All that you are seeking is also seeking you. If you sit still, it will find you. It has been waiting for you a long time.” -Clarissa Pinkola Estes Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA: I’ve left her behind time and again, but I always return. Whenever I’m away too long, I miss the city dearly. Recently, I heeded Clarissa Pinkola Estes’s advice and hopped aboard an airplane and sat very still. Within two hours I was magically transported back to the land […]
Some believe that a girl should never give up a good apartment—not even for marriage. However, I didn’t get that particular memo until long after I’d already married (and long after I’d traded in my studio for a larger unit, sans the dazzling skyline view). Do I wish that I’d kept the place, so that Jeff and I might have a cozy little unit in which to reside whenever we returned to Minneapolis for a brief visit? Not really. After […]
I drew this over two decades ago; I’d just turned twelve. I came across it while looking through some old papers recently. The language is a bit dated, but the message still holds true. 😉