More great conversations, more raw crude oil for the blogmachine as it trundles ever forward. By the way, if you are chafing under the bridle of my infrequent posting, I have decided to make my posts lower in quantity but [hopefully] higher in quality, so that you really get something for your neurons to chew on. Which is not to say that I won’t post recipes, oh heavens no. Had a great quinoa bowl last night with grilled tofu steaks that took me all the way back to old school Torontonian neo-hippiedom circa 1999. I’m just trying to choose my posts with care.

This conversation is one of my personal favourites: [in movie trailer voice:] IN A WORLD! Where all yoga styles APPEAR to use the same language! Of freedom and liberation and connection and bliss! How do you find your path? Which styles move forward with integrity of message and action? Is Coke really different than Pepsi, and if so, how? (more…)

So I’m done day 2 of the Chris Chavez Immersion 2010 Volume 1 and I’m hanging out watching Empire Strikes Back, as one does. The image of 59 newly sprouted Anusarites holding a terminally long plank pose while they inwardly wail and sweat through their scalps is burned into my retinas and I made a commitment to mirror as much of their practice as I can when I go home…that is, not practicing for 3 hours the way they do but to incorporate what I know they have learned this day and use *just that* in a sequence that at least approximates the gristliness and wailing. (more…)