Patanjali acknowledges this to be an inherently painful way to live. He proposes a remedy and the remedy involves practice. Basically, yoga is the process of clarifying this most fundamental of misunderstandings. The second chapter is about practice.We will be looking at that in the next piece....
It was in last year’s growing season while traveling to visit family, I spied through the backyard window, a row of plate sized brilliant sunflowers. I had arrived on their doorstep full of grief and great loss. Yet this day was brilliant and bright blue, and I was startled out of my...
"Well, because when you see people coming at you," he says, "not just one or two people, and you know they are about to kick you in the face and it'll be painful, you don't run away." "In a fight, everything is different," says Vova, who fights with a group of hooligans...
So, What’s It Like to Feel Dead Inside? It’s hard to say what it’s like to feel dead inside. To me, it’s sort of like someone removed the contents of my chest and left a gaping void where there is nothing left but a painful, sucking black hole. It feels like all the plac...
Bob Warming’s unexpected return to Omaha in 2018—this time to head the men’s soccer program at the University of Nebraska-Omaha—is the latest turn in a lifelong love affair with coaching. Warming, 64, twice helmed the[…] From Japanese-American Internment Camp to Boys Town ...
is the most difficult one possible given the Rams’ top-ranked fantasy defense against opposing quarterbacks and he’s been ice cold as of late anyway. Newton has failed to reach even 100 passing yards in back-to-back games and he hasn’t thrown multiple touchdowns in any game this season...
upright in a wheelchair, his lungs and diaphragm would crumple and he could not breathe. Most of the time, O’Brien is alone in his apartment; almost all the time he is without the touch of another human being--except the people he pays to come three times a day to feed, wash and ...
Now, with the first glimpse of freedom already in sight and under the warming influence of an American hostess' real American meal, they were swept off their feet by high spirits almost childlike. Henry J. Sherman, Kewanee's vagrant51 son returning from painful pilgrimage, sat at the right...
This season, however, I spied a large-leafed weed that had “gifted” itself to my garden growing from a leftover pot still full of hardened soil in the corner of my yard. Days passed as I watched it, fully intending to yank it up by its roots at some point. I did not water or...