Where the Streets Have No Name

The name for the yoga practice I crafted for August is "Where the Streets Have No Name".  Partially because we'll be doing some creative things, but mostly because lately I've been finding an extra yummy part of life's menu exists in the section that's "Beyond Words".  For instance, not only do words fail to capture … Continue reading Where the Streets Have No Name

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Meditation on the Power of “Names”

Growing up there were times when I HATED my name.  Some kids, whose hurts led them down the path of bullying, would ridicule me by making fun of it.  They twisted Lang Charters into "Fang Farters", for instance.  As an adult, someone very close to me would name certain things I did, like licking a … Continue reading Meditation on the Power of “Names”