From the mat to the world–a break from yoga to plan a trip to NYC and get some de Botton civility.
I was thinking of going into some yoga-spiritual related books after the four yoga books I’ve just finished, such as Carl Jung’s Man and His Symbols, which was one of the first second-hand books I ever bought when I moved to San Francisco after college. Or Joseph Campbell, or Tom Robbins’ Jitterbug Perfume or Even Cowgirls Get the Blues or Still Life with Woodpecker, all of which influenced me so much in the late 1980s. But since I have a travel bug and am planning two or three trips (NYC next month, Jacksonville, Florida and for Thanksgiving, Kauai with high school girlfriends in February), I thought I’d better reread The Art of Travel. Continue reading “The Art of Travel, Alain de Botton”
Right away I had to look up a word, and it wasn’t even Sanskrit: Continue reading “Light on Yoga, BKS Iyengar”
Quickly, before I dip into the more daunting Iyengar, I read this book that I don’t remember buying. It’s a nice paperback with a good basic introduction to yoga and a lot of the same information as Swenson’s Ashtanga book Continue reading “Hatha Yoga Illustrated, Martin Kirk, Brooke Boon, Daniel DiTuro”
This is an intense book that I had every intention of reading and studying, but for now all I want to do is look at the pictures. Luckily they are excellent. All the “anterior” “posterior” “agonist” “synergist”and “antagonist” got way too complicated for me, but the drawings of musculature and skeletal systems in yoga postures is amazingly helpful Continue reading “The Key Muscles of Yoga, Ray Long MD”
I have been obsessed with yoga the last couple months, and an Ashtanga class at Denver’s Samadhi Yoga Uptown Studio last week really “lit” me up. I loved the repetition, the discipline, the lack of music, the challenge—I liked everything except the suggestion that one spend two hours six days a week doing it. Continue reading “Ashtanga Yoga: The Practice Manual, David Swenson”
Resolved: no more brown amazon boxes until I read through (and weed) my own library.
I’ve gotten a little more apprehensive each time an amazon package arrives with a new book. It’s far too frequent, unfortunately, for me to keep up with the influx. Beginning July 19, 2017, I resolve to not order another book until I read through and digest all the books I already own. That is, approximately, 685 books, those on my library shelves that for some reason have been deemed worthy to sit in my permanent collection, and 20-40 other stragglers–new, as yet unopened books and a few oldies that have migrated to my husband’s shelves. Continue reading “Introduction”