Author Archives: bluemountainchild

Breath I can’t seem to get over this fixation on my breath lately.  I’m not too sure that’s a bad thing, actually.  We work a lot with bringing the breath into an even rhythm here: inhaling to the count of three of four and exhaling to that same count.  Breathing this way connects me toContinue reading “Trust”

After class one Tuesday night I grab some tea from the main house’s dining room and head to my room.  I know where I can steep this tea.  There’s still light out, it’s only 8:30, I’ll still be able to make my way around the summer kitchen.  Living off the front room of the summerContinue reading “Familiar”

Change Sometimes it feels as though the only thing that ever happens here is adaptation to constant change.  It’s a well-used and completely apt joke that everything at the ashram changes.  Once a change was announced a week before it was to happen.  Naturally, nothing changed at all; that kind of advance foresight being sureContinue reading “May 27th, 2012”

Morning sun made its way to afternoon cloudy dampness.  By dinner the fog had rolled in over the lake.  I could still see the other side, but it was through this hazy smear, uncharacteristically low to the water.  A few tangibly outlined clouds imposed themselves onto the mountain across from me.  The dining room hadContinue reading “Fog”

The chickens have already more than quadrupled their size.  We got them on the Friday of the week they were born; some only a day old.  They’d been hatching for a few days and then came to the ashram.  Paris, the gardener, had set up the place where they were to live during their infancyContinue reading “May 10th, 2012”

Days I keep track of time by the days of the week.  Not only in an obvious sort of way like today is Wednesday which means yesterday was Tuesday or anything like that.  This is more like a childish wonder at how that illusive being manages to slip through my awareness unbeknownst to me andContinue reading “March 8th, 2012”

I’ve been working with balance lately.  Well, that’s not entirely true, as I seem to have been working with balance for a large chunk of my time here, but I’ve been particularly focusing on balance in a physical, tangible way lately.  I don’t mean balancing on one leg or something though as I write thisContinue reading “Balance”

Soap Operas If I remember correctly day-time television got to be named soap-operas because they were generally watched by housewives who have a vested interest in what sort of soap is being used to clean their families, houses, and clothing.  For a time in Jr. High I remember being fascinated with a particular soap opera. Continue reading “February 23”

As many of you could, if pressed, probably attest to, I’m not the kind of person that spends a lot of time regaling tales of the past with the kind of fervent passion I’ve observed in others.  I make a conscious choice of this, choosing instead to exist in the present moment rather than recountContinue reading “Story Telling”

Time Maya and I were in the back office, going through supplier catalogues in preparation for spring and summer orders.  Someone in the office next door called to us, there was someone in the store.  I went out and beheld a face that is completely familiar to me.  My dear friend Stacey had come forContinue reading “February 2nd”