This Monday morning, I taught my first class since the Boston Marathon bombing and subsequent events that rattled our city.
Well, there you go. The best intentions of chronicling my months during my first yoga teacher training produced the meager fruit of just four posts.
”Sometimes our light goes out but is blown again into flame by an encounter with another human being. Each of us owes the deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this inner light.”
“It is well to remember that the entire population of the universe, with one trifling exception, is composed of others.”
During Friday night’s philosophy class, we had a brief introduction to the Upanishads, a collection of spiritual/philosophical verses that, in part, comprise the foundation of Yogic philosophy.