My Laughing Matters

Every morning these Vietnamese parents carefully enclose their son in a plastic bag so his dad can carry him across the river to school so he can stay dry, and after school his dad gets him home the same way

I haven't written a blogpost for about a year. On my day off, I felt called to write this after we discussed it in Yoga Teacher Training last week. Thoughts?

It seems that the fruit of periods of solitude and concentration are moments of grace. This is what I see in great performances, great moments of wisdom, and what I aspire to.

Hi Colleen, thank you