“Truth is a pathless land.” -Jiddu Krishnamurti “There is only one religion, though it goes by many names.” -George Bernard Shaw Ironic, isn’t it, that the Great Yoga — Spiritual discipline of thousands of years — has devolved down into something practiced in 50 minute sessions by girls wearing Lycra in hot rooms… the

“Master:  A Rank awarded to someone who, after diligent study; is capable of practicing independently, without supervision.  Also, an individual who can correctly and independently instruct others.  Finally, the individual who shows the most promise for continuing to walk the path to the mountaintop and  immortality.” A number of people have shared their feelings about

Bellows? Or Turbine? In, Out. Up, Down. Rounding Off the Extremes… Bellows? Or Turbine? Most people breathe like a bellows: In/Out. In/Out. It’s kind of an off/on thing.  Consider a different approach: like a turbine.  Instead of moments of starting and stopping, the turbine is always turning, always in motion.  Make your breathing more of

“Once there was a way, to get back homeward. Once there was a way, to get back home.” Golden Slumbers Lennon/McCartney

“One Life. One TaiChi.” Purple Cloud Temple, Wudang Shan, Hubei Provence, China In the ancient Taoist Temple of Wudang, high in the mountains of Southern China, “Apprenticeship” was a coveted entry point on the path of becoming a Priest. In the practice of TaiChi (Supreme Ultimate), the journey was long and arduous: Apprentice, Monk, then