Tag Archives: yoga

“Send it off in a letter to yourself”

Posted on May 5, 2018 by pinklightsabre

In the morning my eyes were puffy and my hair askance, and I went to Starbucks like that for a cold brew. I said skip the ice, I just need the caffeine — the woodpecker woke me up again. And … Continue reading →

Posted in hiking, humor, identity, Memoir | Tagged hiking, Issaquah Alps, pacific northwest, Seattle Mountaineers, Steely Dan, William Pearse writer, work-life balance, yoga | 27 Comments

They know it’s time to go

Posted on September 17, 2017 by pinklightsabre

After 89 days without a good rain it was definitive it would come back Sunday. We were gearing up for the first fire of the season, a stew, some red wine, music. We’d move the patio furniture to the garage, … Continue reading →

Posted in Memoir, musings | Tagged fall, fear, identity, Memoir, pacific northwest, Sandy Denny, self, sentiment, sentimentality, writing, yoga | 16 Comments

Corpse pose, prose

Posted on March 10, 2017 by pinklightsabre

When we came back from Germany last year I had May, June, July, August, and September off before I went back to work. And before that I had a year not working, starting just before Christmas. How fast the clouds … Continue reading →

Posted in death, musings, prose | Tagged corpse pose, existentialism, meaning of existence, Meaning of life, postaday, William Pearse writer, yoga | 2 Comments

Sunday morning salutation

Posted on February 5, 2017 by pinklightsabre

When the sun rose you could hardly tell. A set of bats stirred from their perch, and were gone. The whole tree, made of bats. Some branches wagged and bobbed, didn’t say a word. The gray inaction, Sunday morning. Even … Continue reading →

Posted in prose, yoga | Tagged bats, meditation, prose, reflection, Sunday, tree pose, William Pearse writer, yoga | 18 Comments

The day we thought we died

Posted on January 3, 2017 by pinklightsabre

It was the first time I started my morning ritual but then stopped and just went back to bed. I got the coffee going, fed the animals, but it was still dark outside so I lay in bed another 20 … Continue reading →

Posted in identity | Tagged creative nonfiction, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Memoir, Nisqually Earthquake, stream-of-consciousness, William Pearse writer, yoga | 30 Comments

“The hydrographic apex”

Posted on August 25, 2016 by pinklightsabre

These posts for the next week or so are from a recent backpacking trip I made on the PCT with my dear friend Brad Shaffer. The post titles are taken from the great climber Fred Beckey from his Cascade Alpine Guide which … Continue reading →

Posted in death, hiking, travel, yoga | Tagged creative nonfiction, Desolation Angels, Fred Beckey, Grateful Dead, humor, Jack Kerouac, Jimi Hendrix, Memoir, Mountaineering, pacific northwest, PCT, Stehekin, tears of rage, William Pearse writer, yoga | 20 Comments

The pink question mark of chance

Posted on August 14, 2016 by pinklightsabre

I asked Dawn if she wants to pet the dog to please do it outside because she’s shedding again and I have to vacuum like every day, and though it’s only the den, it fills the canister in just one … Continue reading →

Posted in musings, travel, writing | Tagged backpacking, Cat Stevens, cats, creative nonfiction, dogs, humor, Memoir, Mountaineering, pacific northwest, PCT, Perseids, stream-of-consciousness, Tea for the Tillerman, William Pearse writer, yoga | 15 Comments