Contrary to what we often times believe, we make other people happy. Because of this, it is our duty to be as selfless as we can manage.


Inspired by D. George Secrist’s request during my yoga practice, and his subsequent giggle upon my acquiescence:

“Watch me, Mommy…Come ‘ere a second…Watch me!”  he said, patting the step next to him.

I sat and watched him roll small metal and plastic cars and tractors down a blue yoga mat that had been unrolled along the bottom three stairs.  Each time the cars landed on the carpet, he looked at me, waiting.  And when I smiled, his shoulders squeezed up to his ears, and his giggle spilled out enormous amounts of love not just from his toes, but from his deepest core.  

It is in moments like these that we live the truth of giving’s excellence over receiving.  

The flip side, of course, is that if we make others happy, we also have the capability to make them unhappy.  And so we must practice awareness at all times, not just when we feel like it.  This is the hard work!  This is yoga off the mat.  

Thank You

Thank you so much to everyone who attended the yoga class benefitting Harmony House in Mansfield.  They were very happy to receive our donations.

“For it is in giving that we receive.”
― St. Francis of Assisi

“The wise man does not lay up his own treasures.
The more he gives to others,
the more he has for his own.”
― Laozi

Looking forward to our next benefit,

The Catholic Yogi




The Immeasurable

My days are measured in stacks of clothes and dishes,
morning passing into night through plates of food and containers of water.
I remember yesterday in the deliciousness of re-warmed stew;
I see the future in little pajama-shirts I will never fold again.

My children’s days are measured in the cards they will play
and the apple crisp they will enjoy – what they will get to do before bedtime –
not often in what they have done, rarely in what they are doing.
Questions:  “When it’s time…?”  Declarations:  “When I’m older….”

My God’s days are measured in gifts of love,
sacrifices of sleep, of time, of self.
Beyond even the certainty of sunrise,
he packs together, shakes down, overflows.