megna musings
creative elements drawn from my life of yoga
east village, nyc.
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True Nourishment
What We Bring Into Ourselves I hand-wrote elements of this as they arose as realizations, moments of insight crystallizing from peaceful lengths of silences, questions, confusions, closed-eyed appeals to clarity. Why eating and nourishment were such challenging aspects of daily life was beyond me, and I was constantly plagued with the twin feelings that “I…
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when i talk about yoga…
I love old, immense ideas. Ideas that can and will encircle, embrace all that a human being ever was or could be. Ideas that wrap us like the sky wraps the earth, ever changing and constant, both, big enough to hold all the contradictions together with grace, beauty, and the great irreverence that marks all…
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excerpt from a short story about a woman scientist named Rika
He smoked most of the joint, smiled beatifically, and walked me to my car. I promised I would come see him for class again soon, thanked him for his time, and then, when I was sure he had walked a bit away, I opened the back door of the car, got in, closed the door…