Armpit (aka Axilla)

I (heart) body odor

7:55 am commuting to work during rush hour. Jump onto the A train. There’s a coveted corner seat – yay! I nestle my foot through one strap of my backpack (for security) and put it on the floor behind my legs so that I can meditate. I close my eyes. I inhale. I exhale. As…

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Shy?

I’ve known Tina for years: we often practice side by side at the venerable Brooklyn Yoga School.  I noticed her pretty ear rings and fierce yoga practice, as I’ve noticed many of our other regular classmates, but never spoken a word as I am rather shy. In exploring how to deepen my own meditation practice,…

Lilacs

Bend Don’t Break

Hurricane Sandy devastated the trees, shrubs, and plants of Brooklyn, along with people, homes, and coastlines. A stand of 3 gorgeous mature lilac trees was obliterated on the little bridge near the entrance to Prospect Park at Grand Army Plaza. But up from the wreckage the next Spring came a valiant little flowering from what…

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The Philosophy of Furniture

According to Edgar Allen Poe, who wrote an odd little meditation on the display of wealth called “The Philosophy of Furniture” in 1840 for Burton’s Gentleman’s Magazine, the French are a “race of gadabouts,” the English “are supreme (in internal decoration but NOT in external architecture!),” the Chinese have a “warm but inappropriate fancy,” and…

Be Brave

Be Brave, Face Life

That’s the opening line from Charlie Chaplin’s great movie, City Lights, from 1931. Chaplin’s alter ego, the Tramp, happens upon a rich drunkard tying a rock around his neck, about to drown himself. Chaplin buoys him up. Funny funny funny! “I am shameless, I am offering myself to you, but at the same time, I’m…