My Autistic Cowboy 

MONDAY, FEBRUARY 20, 2012

 

We stood by the side of the road to catch our breath. Quinn wasn’t able to walk far without falling, adding yet another boo-boo to the connect-the-dots style scabs on his knees and elbows. His tiny hand gripped mine for balance. Though my hand was there, my heart and mind were far away. I was absorbed in my own world, in the midst of a challenging medical diagnosis and relationship breakup. How was I supposed to guide this little guy if I myself needed something to help me take the next step on our walk? I was out of ideas and energy, grasping more to my sadness than his hand, and so I asked for a miracle. I needed something big to convince my feet to take another step...

Lettuce Wrap to Gangster Rap: A Yogi on Tour

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 10, 2011  AT 2:33PM

 

Whoosh, slide. I unfurl my yoga mat backstage, on a slab of concrete where limelight and divine light will merge. Pop, pop, and my meditation chime has been replaced with the recorded gunshots that blast through a sound system so large, it takes an army of tractor trailers to haul it around the globe. Hum and heat, tour bus generators provide the white noise to cancel out the screams of the crowd and synchronize with my ujjayi breath. I giggle. Did the ancient monks who founded yoga mean 40 cities in 60 days when they shared the idea of meditation in motion with us?

Our Marvelous Messy Connection

SATURDAY, MARCH 12, 2011 AT 5:06PM

 

I can’t remember what yoga pose we did next or how stretched or not my muscles felt after that class. I can’t tell you the names of everyone in the room, or what month of the year it was. But I can tell you that this moment has inscribed it’s self into my memory, earning a well deserve spot on my list of watershed experiences. For on that day, unbeknownst to her, Karen had unleashed upon me a challenge: Do I have what it takes to really be me, even if I think it’s not what people want to see? ...

Meditation in the Grocery Store?

MONDAY, MARCH 1, 2010 AT 1:45PM

 

I can’t remember what yoga pose we did next or how stretched or not my muscles felt after that class. I can’t tell you the names of everyone in the room, or what month of the year it was. But I can tell you that this moment has inscribed it’s self into my memory, earning a well deserve spot on my list of watershed experiences. For on that day, unbeknownst to her, Karen had unleashed upon me a challenge: Do I have what it takes to really be me, even if I think it’s not what people want to see? ...

The 3 Minute Mental Vacation

TUESDAY, DECEMBER 1, 2009 AT 2:15PM

 

I can’t remember what yoga pose we did next or how stretched or not my muscles felt after that class. I can’t tell you the names of everyone in the room, or what month of the year it was. But I can tell you that this moment has inscribed it’s self into my memory, earning a well deserve spot on my list of watershed experiences. For on that day, unbeknownst to her, Karen had unleashed upon me a challenge: Do I have what it takes to really be me, even if I think it’s not what people want to see? ...

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