Falling

With Ruth Bader Ginsburg's passing yesterday, I find myself on the mourning side of Summer's last days. With a desire to face head on the transition into Fall and the next long weeks of pre-election agonizing and hoping; I find myself compelled to offer the only tonic I know well: yoga. I will be teaching outside in Thetford on Tuesday, the Fall equinox, and Angie and Josh will offer yoga and live music outside in Brownsville, to honor the holiday. My intention feels a little akin to preparing for battle; be together in effort and fiery practice to build up our resilience in the face of what's to come. Offer ourselves community to share a sense of purpose, and welcome the possibility of change as we mark the changeover from Summer to Fall. See below for more info.

RIP RBG and may we all work with as much tireless devotion as you have always done, to realize our potential to do good in the world.

Fall Song

Another year gone, leaving everywhere
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,

the uneaten fruits crumbling damply
in the shadows, unmattering back

from the particular island
of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere

except underfoot, moldering
in that black subterranean castle

of unobservable mysteries - roots and sealed seeds
and the wanderings of water. This

I try to remember when time's measure
painfully chafes, for instance when autumn

flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing
to stay - how everything lives, shifting

from one bright vision to another, forever
in these momentary pastures.

—Mary Oliver