Tag: dispellers of darkness

My yoga mat fits neatly in the narrow front hall, extending along the hard floor from the base of the door to the edge of the living room carpet. I stand in samastithi and am reminded to dedicate my practice. The crucifix hanging to my left side, not twenty-four inches from my cheek, thankfully doesn’t…

My monastery is rich with little gurus. They run to me and tackle me with their soft arms, bellies, squishy cheeks pressing into mine. They run to me- feet planted on my thighs, hands on my face- and chant I love you, I’m so sorry, and will you play with me? My responses should sound…

My monastery is rich with little gurus. They run to the bathroom, bedroom, and kitchen; they call me to the toilet, the bed, the table. Before I’ve prepared their dinner they call for dessert; before I’ve prepared their bath, they call for the stories. Time, time, Time is not my own.