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A Sort of Spring Clean (Two Little Girls Share a Room)


We clean the stuff off of dressers
and out of drawers and find
we’re overwhelmed.
This is the cost of stuff.

Pictures and drawings,
cards, notes, crayon mandalas,
each one a decision.

We make piles:
Keep, Give, Throw.

We find dentist-office toys
(plastic eyeballs),
(fluorescent bouncy balls)
birthday party favors
(fake nose and glasses, and kick balls).
We uncover homemade books, handmade-
mixed-media-collage work, each one
a decision.

A new pile emerges:
Save in the Memory Box

A newer pile (we are desperate):
Find Another Spot in the House For.

A newest pile:
Mom and Dad Decide.

Now exhaustion,
now soccer games,
now bags and piles
lean against the walls
and topple over…

Two little girls
learning what it means
what it means to be
A Work in Progress.

Learning Wonder


He grasps the peeled banana, gazing at it
the way we might sweep our eyes skyward over the harvest moon.
He is awestruck by oatmeal cookies,
shocked into giggles by being handed them two at a time.
Tractors.  Soup.  The afternoon breeze.
Tell him these are not reason for pause and contemplation.

I see him bounce over the floor, his stout body running on springs,
“lama-lama-lama!” he says reaching for the fruit high on the kitchen counter.
I peel the second half of the banana and watch him carry nothing
but the weight of wonder.

little gurus (IV)


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 let me forget.

I used to practice here and there
and take workshops and train
and teach and get frustrated
with my hips and hamstrings
and get angry that my
ninety-minute-primary-series-Lenten practice
wasn’t blissful.

And then I spent some years
being pregnant, recovering from c-sections, learning how to breast-feed, dealing with resentment and discouragement, discovering joy and unconditional love, and I didn’t practice on my mat much at all.

I’ve since returned to my minimum daily practice:
five sun-salutation-A’s, five sun-salutation-B’s and
some finishing poses
with my little gurus crawling beneath my downward-dog
and accepting my forward-bending-kisses.

I’ve learned more at my stay-at-home studio
than at any workshop. My teachers are mysterious in their methods,
but I’ve gleaned boundless wisdom so far
and my studies have only just begun.

I don’t practice padmasana anymore, or even savasana.
Now my babies sit on my folded legs
and assist me in hug-asana,
and we stretch out belly to belly in snuggle-asana.