A love song from our elders to us, the little ones. Please enjoy and keep it close to your heart!
Is exposure to media leaving you increasingly overwhelmed, helpless, or furious? Then it's probably because noone ever took the time to explain to you HOW TO TAKE IN MEDIA in a healthy way. Thanks to Alain de Botton, this will soon be fixed.
"The spirit of the day emerges from the sunrise point." Joy Harjo's opening words for her memoir Crazy Brave: a blessing from the direction of East, home of the Eagle, herald of new beginnings.
K. and I do it again: E-Mails on the Great Vastness, Tingle Dates and more hippie randomness, from Tuscany to Styria and back again.
Auf der Matte ::: Häppchen für die Praxis http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VlfUnXOA-yg Pray for what you cannot see. Pray clearly for what you can only faintly grasp. Pray silently from the core of your being. Pray for healing. Pray for humanity. Pray lovingly Pray deeply --- pray so deeply that the prayer and the praying become one. prayer... weiterlesen →
A re-post of one of my favorite musings: what makes a great teacher (of Yoga)?
Hi there, teachers of all trades!
In a moment of inspiration, I’ve selected my personal five reminders of what makes a good teacher. All of them are things I’ve observed in admirable teachers. This is also the current essence of my years in the trade.
But let me begin by saying that I take my own advice (see Nr. 4) and remind myself of these principles on a daily basis.
I hope you find this post useful and that it makes you fall in love – again – with this wonderful profession (there I go again … teaching, preaching! … forgive me…)
Please feel free to share your experiences and leave comments and suggestions. Have a good one!
- Love your students until they reveal their secret to you.
This is a quote (from whom I don’t know), but I find it so accurate that I wanted to share.
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Why exactly did we ever stop that troubadour-thing, I wonder? 'Cause I have a secret fantasy of stepping out on my balcony into a lazy summer breeze to find a poet sitting underneath it, making up nightlong stories about walking away and coming home, dragging me along a magically winding path, consoling me with the... weiterlesen →