As I sat upon my bed this morning sipping my aromatic coffee, suddenly it was yesterday, but not just any yesterday. Yesterday appeared to be hours gone by, yet in reality it was 50 years! My eyes closed in a moment of contemplation and there I was seven years old watching the waves crashing on the beach in front of our little house on stilts. Yesterday was suddenly today deep in my past! What happens to time as we age? How can moments be so present, when they are really locked away in the mind? Here again I remind myself that I am present here sitting on my bed sipping my coffee, loving every second that moves by at the speed of light.

As a teacher I am there to hold the space. I am the planter of the seed of curiosity. I am watching that I no longer define my ego by my success as a teacher. I will be there to remind you of your progress. Progress can be subtle or it can be pronounced and even transforming. I have been reminded by teachers that I hold in high esteem that they are not the begin all or end all of all wisdom. Wisdom is a collective hive of knowledge. The Yoga of knowledge comes with the experience of my practice.

All right! All right! I am not superman and not supergirl. The speeding bullet has been fired and it is change. Somehow change can never be out run. There is no where to hide from it, although there are those who will pretend to hide from it. Change is disguized as choas, or is it that choas is change. I am repeating myself I am sure. From the whirling depths of the cosmos up popped change in it’s many forms. I ventured to a wordcamp live stream yesterday and was given a glimpse into a world that I didn’t know the language. It was about the changes forthcoming in technology. The language used was that of code. Spell the words out for me! Yikes, I’m firmly rooted in my failure to learn Fortran in college. Yet I am willing to jump I to this swirling world and at least try to hear their language of change. API? I remember that in 6th grade (in Alaska), we were gather together in our gym/auditorium to hear about …

Once it was wanting to stand up with the best in my profession. Once my ego was fuelled with the desire to be noticed. Once I felt as if I was a reservoir of knowledge. Always I wanted to be of assistance. Many times, I wondered what that meant.All it took was breaking me ankle. Letting someone know that I had problems seeing in the dark and trusting that person would guide me safely to the start of our walk. Those actions left me engulfed in fear for many years. That event began a series of many changes that left me vulnerable to chaos. Chaos always brings change which may not be to your liking. Chaos makes change. Like a fast moving storm, just getting out of the way takes all of strength a lifetime has created and then some. Now the focus of my life is forced to change. Having to depend on others feels like failure and not comfortable. There is no self reliance anymore. but there are people who will step up. …