<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:40:38.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>om + poem = home</title><subtitle type='html'>kids yoga, vinyasa yoga, poetry, nyc</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-3279214651351023705</id><published>2010-06-28T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T16:05:08.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kids Yoga Article on TONIC</title><summary type='text'>Read Here!  5 Great Yoga Poses for Kids</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3279214651351023705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3279214651351023705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-kids-yoga-article-on-tonic.html' title='My Kids Yoga Article on TONIC'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LlJSR588CmM/TCkqn0gAApI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YJ_fuN1VmY4/s72-c/kidsyoga2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-6250505697875805258</id><published>2010-06-27T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T08:34:58.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching little girls to stand on their heads...Viva Le Revolution!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/6250505697875805258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/6250505697875805258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/06/teaching-little-girls-to-stand-on-their.html' title='Teaching little girls to stand on their heads...Viva Le Revolution!'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LlJSR588CmM/TCdvmZ0k29I/AAAAAAAAAIM/6STsHbmjsP8/s72-c/IMG_3044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-7518204895880139533</id><published>2010-06-24T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:10:27.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kids Yoga Article! "5 Great Yoga Poses For Kids"</title><summary type='text'>Read Here!  MindBodyGreen</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/7518204895880139533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/7518204895880139533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-kids-yoga-article-5-great-yoga.html' title='New Kids Yoga Article! &quot;5 Great Yoga Poses For Kids&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LlJSR588CmM/TCPlmTF-HNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/uqK7ciVpUK0/s72-c/IMG_3050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-7622074007962284641</id><published>2010-06-21T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:41:04.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workshops at the NYYoga Expo:  How to Teach Kids Yoga &amp; Vinyasa Practice</title><summary type='text'>Last weekend I had the honor of leading 2 workshops at the NYYoga Expo.... one fun-packed class on How To Teach Kids Yoga and one adult "Power" Vinyasa practice.  How to Teach Kids Yoga:  A group of yogis, parents and teachers got to embody their 8 year old selves as I led them through a kid yoga practice class  (with Tune In/ Warm Up/ Learn and Try/ and Relaxation).  We were floating boats (sail</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/7622074007962284641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/7622074007962284641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/06/workshops-at-nyyoga-expo-how-to-teach.html' title='Workshops at the NYYoga Expo:  How to Teach Kids Yoga &amp; Vinyasa Practice'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlJSR588CmM/TB-xvQNVNRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/RU7B4l5zMYQ/s72-c/kid.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-4895048055883963553</id><published>2010-06-21T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:21:48.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the shout-out, Elena Brower!</title><summary type='text'>I'm honored that my NYYoga article on Kids Yoga helped inspire her practice with her son, Jonah.To see a super-cute "out-takes" video, and her article, click below.....I'm, in turn, inspired by her "filling the heart with love" move.  (at the end of the video she and her son demonstrate how they fill up each other's hearts with love before they part.  He gets to say when he's "full"....cute, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4895048055883963553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4895048055883963553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/06/thanks-for-shout-out-elena-brower.html' title='Thanks for the shout-out, Elena Brower!'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LlJSR588CmM/TB-tkmCf4UI/AAAAAAAAAHM/K_vYLMdxNY8/s72-c/peacekid.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-4157670663889170351</id><published>2010-06-21T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:14:43.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABCs of Yoga</title><summary type='text'>from my friend, Teresa Power!great book and poster for teaching kids yoga....www.abcyogaforkids.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4157670663889170351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4157670663889170351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/06/abcs-of-yoga.html' title='ABCs of Yoga'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LlJSR588CmM/TB-rXUcibXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzN7lojZ44A/s72-c/YogaPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-1142282001834083305</id><published>2010-05-29T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T14:12:26.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga Classroom</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1142282001834083305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1142282001834083305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/05/yoga-classroom.html' title='Yoga Classroom'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LlJSR588CmM/TAGDH164VhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_t7LzHaeVUc/s72-c/IMG_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-1592061050378814272</id><published>2010-05-23T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:41:07.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Gangster</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1592061050378814272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1592061050378814272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/05/spiritual-gangster.html' title='Spiritual Gangster'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LlJSR588CmM/S_oRZlOkjoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Opi9lVzvWGA/s72-c/Photo+39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-5712774961447113279</id><published>2010-05-23T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:20:58.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rooftop Yoga</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5712774961447113279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5712774961447113279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/05/rooftop-yoga.html' title='Rooftop Yoga'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LlJSR588CmM/S_niQxhejdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ATcD-fl8STk/s72-c/ROOF_638.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-6595023190260227914</id><published>2010-05-13T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:55:11.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><summary type='text'>let me count the ways.sanskrit: 22english: 1वनति { वन् } vanati { van } verb 1 love  स्नेह sneha m. love  काम     kaama m. love  रति      rati m. love स्नेहं करोति { स्नेहं कृ }     snehaM karoti loveकामयति { कम् }        kaamayati loveप्रणयिता     praNayitaa f. love अनुरति     anurati f. love अनुराग      anuraaga m. love प्रणय       praNaya m. love आदर      aadara m. love भाव     bhaava m. love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/6595023190260227914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/6595023190260227914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/05/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-2881441171160046878</id><published>2010-05-13T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:29:26.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Using yoga as intuition practice</title><summary type='text'>Erich Schiffman on using yoga as "intuition practice."  Yoga as a concrete way to practice staying open, getting sensitive, and using your intuition moment to moment.   Using the "mind-search-engine to google the universe."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/2881441171160046878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/2881441171160046878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/05/using-yoga-as-intuition-practice.html' title='Using yoga as intuition practice'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-5575217923208247263</id><published>2010-05-12T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:03:23.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness/Light/Breath</title><summary type='text'>"I was taught the greatest lesson I’ve ever learned the moment I was born: there is darkness, there is light, and there is breathing." -Ashley Inguanta(beautiful quote from my dear friend ashley....)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5575217923208247263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5575217923208247263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/05/darknesslightbreath.html' title='Darkness/Light/Breath'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlJSR588CmM/S-r7ZKC3A-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/H-rwXoldqQE/s72-c/hollywood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-7668649685202106480</id><published>2010-05-12T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T09:15:59.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kids Yoga Article:  Yoga + Kids= Awesome</title><summary type='text'>How to Tip Your Kids Off to the Awesomeness of Yoga....Read here!  On MindBodyGreen...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/7668649685202106480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/7668649685202106480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-kids-yoga-article-yoga-kids-awesome.html' title='New Kids Yoga Article:  Yoga + Kids= Awesome'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LlJSR588CmM/S-rUKeIUhZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mVe2Epc0CtU/s72-c/yogapic2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-6196173945813949178</id><published>2010-05-10T21:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:05:34.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga   योग</title><summary type='text'>“The goal of yoga is not in the future” – Richard Freeman</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/6196173945813949178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/6196173945813949178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/05/yoga.html' title='Yoga   योग'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-4328548070903782499</id><published>2010-05-06T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:15:13.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my New Kids Yoga Article on Mindbodygreen</title><summary type='text'>6 Ways Kids are Natural Yogis.....Read Here!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4328548070903782499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4328548070903782499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-new-kids-yoga-article-on.html' title='my New Kids Yoga Article on Mindbodygreen'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlJSR588CmM/S-OFUaUZTwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tjs-87lS-dA/s72-c/kids-yoga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-6377970466008481903</id><published>2010-04-27T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:27:23.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Article in Yoganomics:  Kids Yoga, Teaching the 8s</title><summary type='text'>Teaching Patanjali's Eightfold Path, using the "Eight Intelligences" (or way kids learn) in the yoga classroom....READ HERE!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/6377970466008481903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/6377970466008481903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-article-in-yoganomics-kids-yoga.html' title='New Article in Yoganomics:  Kids Yoga, Teaching the 8s'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LlJSR588CmM/S9fHLP0xmhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/I_4CsUX06zQ/s72-c/yogagirl3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-1445817053359377964</id><published>2010-03-05T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:56:25.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My article in NYYoga magazine:  How To Craft a Kids' Yoga Practice</title><summary type='text'>How to Craft a Kids's Yoga Practice:  click HERE for the PDF, from NYYoga Magazine!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1445817053359377964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1445817053359377964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-article-in-nyyoga-magazine-how-to.html' title='My article in NYYoga magazine:  How To Craft a Kids&apos; Yoga Practice'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LlJSR588CmM/S5HuO66w2jI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0A4Ep-drvIQ/s72-c/meditate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-4482943856151256325</id><published>2010-02-28T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:13:42.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4482943856151256325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4482943856151256325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-3315938462227256658</id><published>2010-02-21T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T09:54:53.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Yoga Pics...</title><summary type='text'>Dancer.Devotional."You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it.  That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing, and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life."  -J. Krishnamurti</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3315938462227256658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3315938462227256658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-yoga-pics.html' title='More Yoga Pics...'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-4207423114126001317</id><published>2010-02-07T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T09:58:30.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My story, "Star-Crossed"</title><summary type='text'>READ it HERE......unconventional magic (and love, and mermaids and fang-like buildings) in The City.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4207423114126001317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4207423114126001317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-story-star-crossed.html' title='My story, &quot;Star-Crossed&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-6529344136132977238</id><published>2010-02-05T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:23:59.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Join Yoganomics!</title><summary type='text'>My friend Brian Castellani, formerly of Yoga Journal, has started this great network, Yoganomics.  Its a way for "Yoga Professionals" to keep in touch...i.e. studio owners and yoga teachers, anyone w/ a yogic livelihood.  Newsletter to come!My page:Sarah Herrington YoganomicsStay tuned for more on Kids Yoga! Visit Yoganomics</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/6529344136132977238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/6529344136132977238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/02/join-yoganomics.html' title='Join Yoganomics!'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-5545449688266728416</id><published>2010-01-22T17:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:42:36.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open those chakras, Kid....</title><summary type='text'>Mini Asana Adjustment...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5545449688266728416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5545449688266728416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/01/open-those-chakras-kid.html' title='Open those chakras, Kid....'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-462567012640976864</id><published>2010-01-04T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:13:35.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my little meditators, LES NYC, 2 PM</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/462567012640976864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/462567012640976864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-little-meditators-les-nyc-2-pm.html' title='my little meditators, LES NYC, 2 PM'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-5559142157937967682</id><published>2010-01-02T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T18:45:25.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><summary type='text'>108 Chalisas at Dharma Mittras in honor of the New Year...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5559142157937967682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5559142157937967682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-6967527233608628510</id><published>2009-12-05T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T16:01:49.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Alternatives to "Keep Calm and Carry On"</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/6967527233608628510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/6967527233608628510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-alternatives-to-keep-calm-and-carry.html' title='2 Alternatives to &quot;Keep Calm and Carry On&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-947476905194662664</id><published>2009-11-29T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T12:07:08.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girrl</title><summary type='text'>by Niki Herdfind one thing to loveinside yourselfcarry it like a gunin guerilla handsand when governmentdefeats you, mountains falllovers leave, and the wordsof women before comecrashing to the groundhold this love betweenyour hands, sing its namelike the alphabetand shoot woman.  Shoot.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/947476905194662664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/947476905194662664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/11/girrl.html' title='Girrl'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-5252330067420177427</id><published>2009-11-14T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:37:29.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>theskyisfalling</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5252330067420177427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5252330067420177427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/11/theskyisfalling.html' title='theskyisfalling'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-121068383484633004</id><published>2009-10-23T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T06:13:26.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>योग yóga</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/121068383484633004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/121068383484633004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/10/yoga.html' title='योग yóga'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-6135679449560521026</id><published>2009-10-21T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:15:58.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamptastic</title><summary type='text'>oversized glasses and umbrella batwings on a saturday afternoon in tribeca...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/6135679449560521026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/6135679449560521026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/10/vamptastic.html' title='Vamptastic'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-4435187619759090537</id><published>2009-10-17T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T19:29:46.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goenka!  Start againnnn......</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4435187619759090537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4435187619759090537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/10/goenka-start-againnnn.html' title='Goenka!  Start againnnn......'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-7488192795392847309</id><published>2009-10-17T19:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T19:26:56.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma (east village)</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/7488192795392847309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/7488192795392847309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/10/karma-east-village.html' title='Karma (east village)'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-5203514177775440163</id><published>2009-10-16T14:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:15:12.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elvis + Yoga = Blowin the Scene!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5203514177775440163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5203514177775440163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/10/elvis-yoga-blowin-scene.html' title='Elvis + Yoga = Blowin the Scene!'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-4593414281723816196</id><published>2009-10-12T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T13:56:15.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jack-o-lantern</title><summary type='text'>lovinggray days and black coffeethe spot with the leafy salad and bread so thick it cuts like cakelovingthe trees, colorful in dying, celebratingconfettibits of self on the windlovingthe ritual of octoberpumpkin facemy little pumpkinyou are not that scary with that facemissing a tooth, big smile and downturnedeyebrowsyou cannot scare mei still see your light inside.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4593414281723816196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4593414281723816196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/10/jack-o-lantern.html' title='jack-o-lantern'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-4040258779512733518</id><published>2009-10-12T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:06:16.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bones</title><summary type='text'>things coming out of closetsfallen bonesthe scared onesthe bones i clinged to(flesh hugging tentacles)now sacredbonesfalling like drum-syllablesbonesto step-over in crooked mazesare they mine or yours?are they mine or yours?and the teeth fell lastthe ones that didn't part to say Anythingthe onesthat didn't clomp together like cymbalsto PronounceAnyWords Of LoveLike Goodbye, for a reasonlike, take</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4040258779512733518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4040258779512733518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/10/bones.html' title='bones'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-8448508428439599767</id><published>2009-10-08T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:43:09.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fierce Light Workshops:  NYC and San Fran, with Velcrow Ripper!</title><summary type='text'>I just got back from San Fran, where I explored the beatpoet.yogi.dharmabum lineage, friendship, and got to help out at my friend Velcrow Ripper's great workshop, "Fierce Light:  Spirit in Action."Check out Velcrow's film, Fierce Light!The workshop goes along with it....like an extended Q&amp;A you ask yourself.How do we take the fruits of our spiritual practices out into the world?  What does a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/8448508428439599767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/8448508428439599767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/10/fierce-light-workshops-nyc-and-san-fran.html' title='Fierce Light Workshops:  NYC and San Fran, with Velcrow Ripper!'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-3889415307776652518</id><published>2009-10-08T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:23:36.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iggy Pop Heart Openers!</title><summary type='text'>drop back, iggy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3889415307776652518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3889415307776652518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/10/iggy-pop-heart-openers.html' title='Iggy Pop Heart Openers!'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-8977641685416785355</id><published>2009-09-21T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:51:12.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Kirtan!</title><summary type='text'>Oh, man...its a Kids' Kirtan!  How cute is this!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/8977641685416785355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/8977641685416785355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/09/kids-kirtan.html' title='Kids Kirtan!'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-1652219386667903328</id><published>2009-09-02T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:44:10.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crow poem</title><summary type='text'>my friend ashley luna moon wrote this poem after i was practicing crow pose on the hollywood walk of fame in cali...i love it :)and she climbed,folding and stretchingher body intocrows,crows on the walk of fame,hollywood's pink star constellations,(some dying some dead some newborn,)crows in front of the chinese theater,hollywood's cement imprints hands and feet,(some dying some dead some reborn,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1652219386667903328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1652219386667903328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/09/crow-poem.html' title='crow poem'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-1160980859276798028</id><published>2009-08-20T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:32:48.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga in Hollywood!  योग</title><summary type='text'>This summer I hung out in LA, writing and yoga-ing...more on that later.  But for now, here are some yo-pics!Yay yoga, yay Cali.  :)(photos by ashley luna moon)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1160980859276798028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1160980859276798028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/08/yoga-in-hollywood.html' title='Yoga in Hollywood!  योग'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-3629835448899143903</id><published>2009-08-06T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:20:05.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Featured on YogiChocolate!</title><summary type='text'>for kids yoga and meditationdownloadable classes!Yogi Chocolate</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3629835448899143903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3629835448899143903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/08/featured-on-yogichocolate.html' title='Featured on YogiChocolate!'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-5020339551565051769</id><published>2009-07-27T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:49:06.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing: healing for teen girls through yoga and creative arts</title><summary type='text'>So excited to hear about this organization, which uses yoga and creative writing and art to help teen girls heal.Their Video:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5020339551565051769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5020339551565051769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/07/amazing-healing-for-teen-girls-through.html' title='Amazing: healing for teen girls through yoga and creative arts'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-9138148619451372310</id><published>2009-07-24T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:50:47.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yoga houses and meditating on shoes</title><summary type='text'>Yoga is the study of the architecture of my home, the scaffolding, the inhabitant.“There is no home, unless we find it in ourselves.”~~~ShoesIn church, fancy shoes were worn- scuff-free shoes, bejeweled shoes, high-heeled shoes teetering toward heaven.I felt bare wood between my fingers holding the back of the pew in front of me as I slipped off one shoe at a time, shinking in height next to my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/9138148619451372310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/9138148619451372310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/07/yoga-houses-and-meditating-on-shoes.html' title='yoga houses and meditating on shoes'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-3441781128188616105</id><published>2009-07-23T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:36:51.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>manhattan maps</title><summary type='text'>My heart has a scar the shape of Manhattan.The subway map is tattooed on my palm, something I intrinsically know and grasp upon.--NYC Love TriangleThe Empire State Building felt like midtown itself, tall grey and corporate, the inside of her turning like a revolving door, steel against steel, thought against thought, separated by black rubber padding.  The loop de loop of practical footwear and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3441781128188616105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3441781128188616105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/07/manhattan-maps.html' title='manhattan maps'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-1375067088154252053</id><published>2009-07-22T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:39:45.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>replanted</title><summary type='text'>I planted myself herewhere poems streak by my window like the J trainand the only thing I’m raising are dreamsin the shifting soil underneath manhattan sidewalksthey grow out of cracks, but they growwhere the cows cannot munch their tops offand no one is bailing themthey are stepped over freely by punk boys and girls and teachers and MTA workers and lovers and studentsGrandmother,Was there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1375067088154252053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1375067088154252053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/07/replanted.html' title='replanted'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-8805806871833403896</id><published>2009-07-21T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:50:07.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last year</title><summary type='text'>calendar pages stuck togetherlike new-born eyelidsor early mornings, moments glued by sunlight:the confusion of new beginningsthe harnesslove letters i forgot to openprayer flags dripping to the floor in colorful puddlesof oil slicked sunlight the grease of dreamsunder our feetmiles passing in new york minutestall buildings pulling high as weeds under rivers tunnels thick as veins  pump in and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/8805806871833403896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/8805806871833403896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-year.html' title='last year'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-9064542336181740144</id><published>2009-07-21T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:38:20.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.aquarius.</title><summary type='text'>does it matter if you're an aquarius during the coming aquarian age?  “On November 11 1991 at the longitude and latitude of Los Angeles, the Aquarian Age was totally established. This time is the cusp period. There are three, seven year cycles of the cusp and we are in the second cycle of the final count down.   We must enter this age with a lot of love, and with affirmation, prayer and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/9064542336181740144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/9064542336181740144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/07/aquarius.html' title='.aquarius.'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-444861041134058449</id><published>2009-07-10T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:47:10.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelwings:  (a yoga retreat rant)</title><summary type='text'>The woodgrain on the doors swirled into the shape of two large angel wings.  Inside, we were signing Krishna.  We were writing Krishna.  Here, we were allowed to feel too much.  And I thought of Anais and Sylvia and Mira and burning stars and flying birds.  Here, it was ok to have a mind like ours, that runs on treadmills or goes deep sea diving, scoring the bottom for pearls.  Here it was ok to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/444861041134058449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/444861041134058449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/07/angelwings-yoga-retreat-rant.html' title='Angelwings:  (a yoga retreat rant)'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-2864181625697602902</id><published>2009-07-07T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:58:32.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"what all writers ultimately do is pass on their breath."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/2864181625697602902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/2864181625697602902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-all-writers-ultimately-do-is-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-3744211238328222400</id><published>2009-07-05T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:52:32.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back from Kripalu</title><summary type='text'>and am realizing my whole life is a yoga retreat.and I'm reading Natalie Goldberg again.From "Long Quiet Highway" :"Writing became the tool I used to digest my life and to understand, finally, the grace, the gratitude I could feel, not because everything was hunky-dory, but because we can use everything we are.  Actually we have no choice....And we can't avoid an inch of our experience;  if we do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3744211238328222400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3744211238328222400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-from-kripalu.html' title='back from Kripalu'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-5376953612320355623</id><published>2009-07-01T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T07:16:07.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga and Me Documentary</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5376953612320355623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5376953612320355623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/07/yoga-and-me-documentary.html' title='Yoga and Me Documentary'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-5472342256903692769</id><published>2009-06-21T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:07:36.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kids yoga vs adult yoga</title><summary type='text'>in kids yoga, you get to know the self by building up/exploring/taking on*in adult yoga, you get to know the self by shedding/letting go/releasing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5472342256903692769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5472342256903692769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/kids-yoga-vs-adult-yoga.html' title='kids yoga vs adult yoga'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-280061797652378414</id><published>2009-06-17T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:03:39.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teach Yoga to Kids!</title><summary type='text'>hey y'all!i'm helping to host a Kids Yoga Teacher Training with MiniYogis in LA...here, in NYC!  its a 1-day event on sept. 5th, focusing primarily on kids ages 3-8.  through the use of games, themes, music, books and other props, we will transform traditional practice into a creative, stimulating, and FUN experience for kids.  you'll experience a mini yogi class for kids with real live miniyogis</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/280061797652378414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/280061797652378414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/miniyogis-kids-yoga-teacher-training.html' title='Teach Yoga to Kids!'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-7433324617325236745</id><published>2009-06-15T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:55:04.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga:  Feel the Love</title><summary type='text'>new photos from Ted Sabarase</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/7433324617325236745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/7433324617325236745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/yoga-feel-love.html' title='Yoga:  Feel the Love'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-2622730101265765265</id><published>2009-06-06T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:16:07.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indra Devi with Krishnamacharya</title><summary type='text'>Found this on YouTube....I love this video of Indra Devi, and how she moves up to hear what was written for her more clearlyIndra who?*Indra Devi was known as the "first lady" of yoga.  She was the first western woman ever to study in an Indian ashram (and one of the first women, period).  In the 1930s she became a student of Krishnamacharya, whose other students included Iyengar and Pattabhi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/2622730101265765265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/2622730101265765265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/indra-devi-with-krishnamacharya.html' title='Indra Devi with Krishnamacharya'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-3990512806604130856</id><published>2009-06-01T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:45:35.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pour your body out, elena bower</title><summary type='text'>i took her class a couple of weeks ago, and found the way she taught anusara yoga so poetic and clear and real and deliberate.  i think you can feel that here.... this yoga felt similar to writing a poem, to me...careful choice of words or joints, how things are placed and stacked and breathed, finding Space in detail.... the focus on integrity, truth.~~~www.virayoga.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3990512806604130856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3990512806604130856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/06/pour-your-body-out-elena-bower.html' title='pour your body out, elena bower'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-8909762100457454445</id><published>2009-05-26T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:29:34.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga in Times Square</title><summary type='text'>Solstice in Times Square 2009 is coming up on Sunday, June 21st! Well hope you'll join us as we search for peace and tranquility in the midst of the urban energy of the worlds most frenetic place.Pre-registration is now open for the yoga sessions, to be held on the newly-revitalized Duffy Square at the intersection of Broadway and 7th Avenue at 46th Street. The first 1,500 participants will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/8909762100457454445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/8909762100457454445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/yoga-in-times-square.html' title='Yoga in Times Square'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-8662663562209308386</id><published>2009-05-22T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:38:18.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Yoga at Girls Prep</title><summary type='text'>nyc's only all-girls public school!Kids Yoga from sarah nyc on Vimeo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/8662663562209308386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/8662663562209308386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/kids-yoga-at-girls-prep.html' title='Kids Yoga at Girls Prep'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-1033320632625708031</id><published>2009-05-17T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:01:25.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Handstands:  Tara Stiles</title><summary type='text'>&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1033320632625708031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1033320632625708031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/handstands-tara-stiles.html' title='Handstands:  Tara Stiles'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-4486321609272243173</id><published>2009-05-13T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:36:50.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Girls Write Now!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4486321609272243173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4486321609272243173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/go-girls-write-now.html' title='Go Girls Write Now!'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-1292554514589008343</id><published>2009-05-12T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:30:43.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work it.</title><summary type='text'>or, as the graffiti on west 4th street said, "trust your struggle"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1292554514589008343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1292554514589008343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/work-it.html' title='work it.'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-7255206587170167514</id><published>2009-05-08T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:10:30.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yield and overcome, bend and be straight</title><summary type='text'>Yield and overcome;Bend and be straight;Empty and be full;Wear out and be new;Have little and gain;Have much and be confused.Therefore the wise embrace the oneAnd set an example to all.Not putting on a display,They shine forth.Not justifying themselves,They are distinguished.Not boasting,They receive recognition.Not bragging,They never falter.They do not quarrel,So no one quarrels with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/7255206587170167514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/7255206587170167514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/05/yield-and-overcome-bend-and-be-straight.html' title='yield and overcome, bend and be straight'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-4883822557395673728</id><published>2009-04-30T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:30:00.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adjustments in Yoga</title><summary type='text'>Yoga teachers facilitate energetic experiences.Adjustments: 4 steps:1. find stability in self, connect and ground (sthiram)2. know the goal of the asana, energy, alignment?3. find locations for hands to create space (sukham)4. know direction you're going to go inAsanas are shapes holding and containing energy.Magic comes from undoing.heart/throat/foreheadgarden hose/energy flowlove is the truest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4883822557395673728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4883822557395673728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/04/adjustments-in-yoga.html' title='Adjustments in Yoga'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-326502514751894962</id><published>2009-04-29T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:10:17.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>skyscraper girls</title><summary type='text'>withtall, narrow anxietiestear through new york each winterravenous shadowsleaning on each otherbut our city was haunted by farmfields of corn lit golden between chrysler and empireseasons moving overglowing spikesthese skyscrapers have rootsunderground ways springing up on bowery and 3rdgrowing higher like vinelike the sun in summer.it is summer.we do not need your artificial boxes of light.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/326502514751894962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/326502514751894962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/04/skyscraper-girls.html' title='skyscraper girls'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-4232806282581441586</id><published>2009-04-29T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:19:00.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wishing adrienne rich would write my bio:</title><summary type='text'>I have been standing all my life in the direct path of a battery of signalsthe most accurately transmitted mostuntranslateable language in the universeI am a galactic cloud so deep     so involuted that a light wave could take 15years to travel through me      And hastaken    I am an instrument in the shapeof a woman trying to translate pulsationsinto images     for the relief of the bodyand the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4232806282581441586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4232806282581441586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/04/wishing-adrienne-rich-would-write-my.html' title='wishing adrienne rich would write my bio:'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-8795679354234623196</id><published>2009-04-29T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T06:12:34.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rilke</title><summary type='text'>Part One, Sonnet IVYou who let yourselves feel: enter the breathingthat is more than your own.Let it brush your cheeksas it divides and rejoins behind you.Blessed ones, whole ones,you where the heart begins:You are the bow that shoots the arrowsand you are the target.Fear not the pain. Let its weight fall backinto the earth;for heavy are the mountains, heavy the seas.The trees you planted in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/8795679354234623196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/8795679354234623196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/04/rilke.html' title='Rilke'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-2687535996633895201</id><published>2009-04-23T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:08:05.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes lifted off other ppl's facebook pages</title><summary type='text'>another great service provided by f*book....quote collections!~~~"All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood." Rainer Maria Rilke"For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation."Rainer Maria Rilke"In a time of universal deceit - telling the truth is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/2687535996633895201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/2687535996633895201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/04/quotes-lifted-off-other-ppls-facebook.html' title='quotes lifted off other ppl&apos;s facebook pages'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-3737223408568201828</id><published>2009-04-20T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:52:46.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems found upstairs at City Lights, San Francisco, CA</title><summary type='text'>Four Questions-LallaWho is awake andwho asleep?What is this lake that iscontinuously oozing back into the earth?What can a human being offer to God?What do we most deeply want?The Answers:The mind is what sleeps.What recognizes itself as Godis awake.This always-disappearing lakeis made of our appetites, these movings-about, this talking and listening.The only offering you can make to God, is your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3737223408568201828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3737223408568201828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/04/poems-found-upstairs-at-city-lights-san.html' title='Poems found upstairs at City Lights, San Francisco, CA'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-2632868175652131820</id><published>2009-04-03T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:05:39.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost House</title><summary type='text'>my body has a ghost in it.bumps and thumps at nightwith it.startles me with sightsin it.Lovely, i missed you when you were gonebut myself, morethat knew you and filled up my attic and basements with ourbeating hearts-you were never really realApparition, but you were tangibleyou were heat passing througha cold room-like my farm haunts the cityfields of corn between chrysler and empireseasons </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/2632868175652131820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/2632868175652131820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/04/ghost-house.html' title='Ghost House'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-2576253937609132689</id><published>2009-04-03T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:07:54.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anne waldman:  empty space</title><summary type='text'>"There is a better way to say empty spaceTurn yourself inside out and you might disappearyou have a new definition of empty spaceWhat I like about impermanence is the clashof my big body with empty space."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/2576253937609132689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/2576253937609132689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/04/anne-waldman-empty-space.html' title='anne waldman:  empty space'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-5083144887964517294</id><published>2009-03-29T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:53:57.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>imagine your breath has fingers</title><summary type='text'>thoughts from yoga, 3/29in savasana, let your wings fall through the earth, dangling off your shoulder-blades like broken compass arrowsgrowing in all directions, as much as you let go, you are supportedacceptance is not complacency, but rather, clear seeing, which is a motor of change focus on the exhale, the inhale will take care of itselfyou have choices.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5083144887964517294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5083144887964517294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/03/imagine-your-breath-has-fingers.html' title='imagine your breath has fingers'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-336271949087298138</id><published>2009-03-21T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:55:00.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>looking back, then going forward</title><summary type='text'>i took the train back to you out where the subway slices sky like a silver comet clicking on a tar railout where we talk all night and watch the sun come up over manhattan-you are new, but still play jazzand i told you how:yes, i am stepping forward into a new selfbut there are claw marks in her from the old onethe old self is what brought me to you, howling, against the sky like the jmz line, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/336271949087298138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/336271949087298138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/03/looking-back-then-going-forward.html' title='looking back, then going forward'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-7650618534846994511</id><published>2009-03-08T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:34:36.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOGI CHOCOLATE  (by donation)</title><summary type='text'>More and more by-donation yoga seems to be popping up, which is great in its spirit, and for recession-practicality.Here's some online by-donation yoga audio downloads!YOGI CHOCOLATE</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/7650618534846994511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/7650618534846994511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/03/by-donation-yoga.html' title='YOGI CHOCOLATE  (by donation)'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-6957757567806915482</id><published>2009-03-06T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:49:00.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginsberg Documentary</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/6957757567806915482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/6957757567806915482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/03/ginsberg-documentary.html' title='Ginsberg Documentary'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-1510555037105597161</id><published>2009-03-04T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:49:27.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Yoga Classes in NYC</title><summary type='text'>Here are a few pics from some of the kids' yoga classes I teach in NYC public schools....Each class has 25 kids, and is about 40 minutes long. Basic structure:Tune In(OM), Warm Up(Sun Salutations), Learn and Try(Asanas and Games), Relaxation(Savasana)The students are in grades K-4, and are learning a basic asana practice, sun salutations, meditation, and some Sanskrit.There are 4-5 yoga classes a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1510555037105597161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1510555037105597161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids-yoga-classes-in-nyc.html' title='Kids Yoga Classes in NYC'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-531703955617089749</id><published>2009-03-04T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:43:44.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Yoga:  New Studio</title><summary type='text'>see:http://www.thefierceclub.com/FREE_CLASS.htmlFor a free pass to Fierce Yoga, in Soho, founded by Sadie Nardini, Core Strength Vinyasa Girl.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/531703955617089749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/531703955617089749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/03/free-yoga-new-studio.html' title='Free Yoga:  New Studio'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-665226308494794536</id><published>2009-03-01T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:58:11.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts from yoga :  3/1</title><summary type='text'>Your bones are the architecture of your ancestry:  your muscle and flesh are inherently yours to move and build with:  the choice of whether to activate and utilize that which is your own present expression or to rest on the bones.*Kapalabhati (breath of fire) mimics the breath pattern of sobbing, or mourning, and sends messages to the brain and body that you are experiencing these things.  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/665226308494794536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/665226308494794536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-from-yoga-31.html' title='thoughts from yoga :  3/1'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-3819054357991111819</id><published>2009-03-01T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:30:13.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey</title><summary type='text'>One day you finally knewwhat you had to do, and began,though the voices around youkept shoutingtheir bad advice--though the whole housebegan to trembleand you felt the old tugat your ankles."Mend my life!"each voice cried.But you didn't stop.You knew what you had to do,though the wind priedwith its stiff fingersat the very foundations,though their melancholywas terrible.It was already lateenough,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3819054357991111819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3819054357991111819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/03/journey.html' title='The Journey'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-5412565054560481568</id><published>2009-02-25T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:21:33.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the city and the mind</title><summary type='text'>One of my yoga teachers is always talking about the scientific fact that working memory, the conscious mind, can only hold 4 things at a time.If this is true, how does a place like NYC, that bombards the senses and mind continuously, effect us?  I found This Article really interesting....good thing I've always lived with trees outside my NYC apt. windows.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5412565054560481568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5412565054560481568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/02/city-and-mind.html' title='the city and the mind'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-8771965501356500189</id><published>2009-02-24T14:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T14:56:41.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictions and the Mind: Ram Das</title><summary type='text'>kinda trippy video, but very clear description of addictions and the mind...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/8771965501356500189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/8771965501356500189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/02/addictions-and-mind-ram-das.html' title='Addictions and the Mind: Ram Das'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-3772036858677366348</id><published>2009-02-22T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:15:36.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erich Schiffman is Googling the Universe</title><summary type='text'>  &lt;----- good bookWhen I say yoga changed me, its not because my arms grew stronger or butt got tighter or injuries healed (but thanks!)  Its because of the insight I gain from the practice.  The intuition-practicing, the call-and-response, the stilling of the mind, the prayer and meditation, the making space, the opening of the heart, the re-learning of wholeness, the rememberance of harmony.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3772036858677366348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3772036858677366348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/02/erich-shiffman.html' title='Erich Schiffman is Googling the Universe'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-7662440622570449198</id><published>2009-02-16T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:01:33.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shedding</title><summary type='text'>If we are not empty, we become a block of matter. We cannot breathe, we cannot think. To be empty means to be alive, to breathe in and to breathe out. We cannot be alive if we are not empty. Emptiness is impermanence, it is change. We should not complain about impermanence, because without impermanence, nothing is possible. -Thich Nhat Hanh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/7662440622570449198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/7662440622570449198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/02/shedding.html' title='shedding'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-8377105614675829337</id><published>2009-02-15T21:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:23:21.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Heart</title><summary type='text'>I was talking to my friend about Life and she was talking about Ram Das and the idea of keeping your heart open in hell.  If you're going to talk about Life, hell will come up and if you're talking with this friend, Heart will come up, so it made sense."If you have to write it down it doesn't mean anything."  she said.  It didn't matter, the phrase keep your heart open in hell was post-it-noted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/8377105614675829337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/8377105614675829337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/02/open-heart.html' title='Open Heart'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-5593902362360577361</id><published>2009-02-15T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:29:05.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Large City Love</title><summary type='text'>Its the day after Valentine's Day, and I'm going through old writing looking for love.  Next weekend I'll be somewhere sunny workshopping writing about Love, so I'm seeing what I've written on the topic so far.  The idea of Love is so big, you could almost say all writing is about it, one way or another.  As I search, I thought I'd post a few Love (ly) old pieces from the achieves.......the first</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5593902362360577361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5593902362360577361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/02/large-city-love.html' title='Large City Love'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-1204084936479557843</id><published>2009-02-14T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:47:06.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meat Poets for Vegetarians</title><summary type='text'>"We were the Meat poets, baby. We got down to the bone. levy, Doug Blazek in Chicago, Ole, some pretty good writing came out of that period. Not like today. Too many out there with too little to say. --Charles BukowskiI like the meat poets.  I like that macho stuff, which in theory might seem strange since I'm all pro-women and vegetarian.  But I like it, always have.  The viseral directness, the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1204084936479557843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1204084936479557843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/02/meat-poets-for-vegetarians.html' title='Meat Poets for Vegetarians'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-1031319249130993802</id><published>2009-02-04T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:38:19.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retro-Blog</title><summary type='text'>I realize I haven't written on here in weeks.  Don't blame me, blame Mercury Retrograde.At the risk of sounding way "new-agey," I've really come to believe in Mercury Retrograde and its effects.  Whenever I sense things are "off,"  aka, I'm mentally or energetically sluggish, overly introverted, communications are consistently getting crossed, things seem to be progressing slower than usual, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1031319249130993802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1031319249130993802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/02/retro-blog.html' title='Retro-Blog'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-6103224831703753339</id><published>2009-01-11T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:06:22.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love poem. (robert bly)</title><summary type='text'>The Third BodyA man and a woman sit near each other, and they do not longat this moment to be older, or younger, nor bornin any other nation, or time, or place.They are content to be where they are, talking or not talking.Their breaths together feed someone whom we do not know.The man sees the way his fingers move;he sees her hands close around a book she hands to him.They obey a third body they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/6103224831703753339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/6103224831703753339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-poem.html' title='love poem. (robert bly)'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-2031034765234277336</id><published>2009-01-10T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:30:24.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Yoga</title><summary type='text'>Some Hindu texts say babies perform all of yoga's 108 postures while in the womb.  So if kids are born yogis, how can they stay yogis for life?I've been teaching children yoga, 5 days a week, 4-5 classes a day for about a year now.  Its been interesting to learn to tailor the practice, philosophies and lessons to children, ages 4-12, and to watch them grow.  My favorite thing about teaching kids </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/2031034765234277336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/2031034765234277336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/01/kids-yoga.html' title='Kids Yoga'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-5810185811613193986</id><published>2009-01-06T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:03:17.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Braverman:  writer's bootcamp</title><summary type='text'>I've decided I like her.Her work: Her Bootcamp:She's probably made students cry, but burns through the extraneous.  She has a blow-torch-pen.  Bukowski said she "writes like a man."  What does that mean?  Direct, forceful?  She was flattered.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5810185811613193986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5810185811613193986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/01/kate-braverman-writers-bootcamp.html' title='Kate Braverman:  writer&apos;s bootcamp'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-6160869457379899797</id><published>2009-01-01T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:42:52.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><summary type='text'>New York seems to explode with yoga on the 31st of December and 1st of January.....I guess as the old year exhales to a close and the New year inhales, NY yogis find ways to do the same.  Studios lit till midnight with music and intention setting and reflection, teachers falling back into NY after their travels like Times Square balls dropping with light and movement.  Song.  Prayer.  Silence.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/6160869457379899797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/6160869457379899797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-8281891113044408104</id><published>2009-01-01T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:56:41.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yogue</title><summary type='text'>Why do I love Laughing Lotus?This video says it all... Strike a Pose...Yogue!"Cast all your votes for dancing."-Hafiz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/8281891113044408104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/8281891113044408104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/01/yogue.html' title='Yogue'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-7885475394962293341</id><published>2009-01-01T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:25:33.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celtic Blessing for the New Year</title><summary type='text'>May your body be bless​ed.​May you reali​ze that your body is a faith​fuland beaut​iful frien​d of your soul.​May you recog​nize that your sense​s are sacre​d thres​holds​.​May you reali​ze that Holin​ess is mindf​ul gazin​g,​mindf​ul feeli​ng,​ mindf​ul liste​ning,​ and mindf​ul touch​ing.​May your sense​s alway​s enabl​e you to celeb​rate the unive​rseand the myste​ry and possi​bilit​ies in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/7885475394962293341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/7885475394962293341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2009/01/celtic-blessing-for-new-year.html' title='Celtic Blessing for the New Year'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-1601178322669765831</id><published>2008-12-30T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:03:36.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neruda's Walking Around</title><summary type='text'>there are certain poems I can't believe I've gone this far through life without reading.  this is one of them.   Walking Around  It so happens I am sick of being a man.And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and moviehousesdried up, waterproof, like a swan made of feltsteering my way in a water of wombs and ashes.The smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarsesobs.The only thing I want is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1601178322669765831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1601178322669765831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2008/12/nerudas-walking-around.html' title='Neruda&apos;s Walking Around'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-3015592062447156687</id><published>2008-12-27T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:42:02.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I A Yoga Snob?</title><summary type='text'>according to Yoga Journal, no.i agree.  no, really, i do.(written post-yoga-to-the-people yoga in my old navy (ixnay overpriced lululemon madness!) yoga pants)I'm a Balanced Yogi!    A Balanced YogiYou love your friends unconditionally and accept them for who they are nomatter what their yoga style preference, religious beliefs, or spending habits.You focus on the good in people and would never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3015592062447156687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3015592062447156687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2008/12/am-i-yoga-snob.html' title='Am I A Yoga Snob?'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-7315907868192517102</id><published>2008-12-23T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:44:52.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Yoga</title><summary type='text'>Just heard about this amazing organization that brings free yoga to homeless youth...check out the video and the site!"Yoga is an intentional act which leads to transformation and healing."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/7315907868192517102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/7315907868192517102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2008/12/street-yoga.html' title='Street Yoga'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-1688357956887937520</id><published>2008-12-19T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:36:05.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new favorite pose</title><summary type='text'>Who knew it was so amazing to do a forward fold along the wall?  As in, facing the wall so your toes are almost touching it and sliding into a forward fold so your upper back is being supported by the wall.  Then leaning in and letting the wall hold you.  The sensation is totally different than hanging rag-doll.....the upper back, between the shoulder blades, is broadened, and there is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1688357956887937520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/1688357956887937520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-favorite-pose.html' title='my new favorite pose'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-3214628890547993290</id><published>2008-12-15T19:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:20:44.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the things we love.</title><summary type='text'>I wouldn't coax the plant if I were you.Such watchful nurturing would do harm.Let the soil rest from so much diggingAnd wait until it's dry before you water it.The leaf's inclined to find its own direction;Give it a chance to seek sunlight for itself.Much growth is stunted by careful prodding,Too eager tenderness.The things we love we have to learn to leave alone.(thank you:Woman with Flower By </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3214628890547993290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/3214628890547993290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-we-love.html' title='the things we love.'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-5204051834188508327</id><published>2008-12-14T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:19:47.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Exhale</title><summary type='text'>"The exhale will save your life."  Simple, but profound, words from my yoga teacher today. (What is it about being in Downward Dog that makes the words seep in so completely?)   What we let go of makes us who we are as much as anything we accumulate.  Who would we be if we could really, fully, exhale, let go, release, be present?  And why is it sometimes so hard to...simply...exhale?Here's a good</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5204051834188508327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/5204051834188508327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2008/12/exhale.html' title='The Exhale'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-4742061751436664195</id><published>2008-12-07T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T12:42:51.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gilbert and George</title><summary type='text'>as they themselves said, it was the night before the morning after.  this time at the brooklyn museum.  checking out the gilbert and george exhibit.  how did i get a minor in fine arts from NYU and miss these guys?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4742061751436664195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4742061751436664195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2008/12/gilbert-and-george.html' title='Gilbert and George'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-6019057186560358062</id><published>2008-12-02T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:46:20.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowery Women Reading</title><summary type='text'>Can't believe its been 2 years since this book came out!  A cool community of Bowery Poets has formed since...come hear us read, off the Bowery, at:Pennington Friends House 215 E. 15 St. NYCFriday Dec. 5, 7 PMLook HERE for more info....love and poetry,s</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/6019057186560358062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/6019057186560358062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2008/12/bowery-women-reading.html' title='Bowery Women Reading'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20417291.post-4824289224038707363</id><published>2008-12-02T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:47:41.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Googling the Universe</title><summary type='text'>i dug THIS video from Lulu Bandha's Ojai Yoga Crib.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4824289224038707363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20417291/posts/default/4824289224038707363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ompluspoem.blogspot.com/2008/12/googling-universe.html' title='Googling the Universe'/><author><name>Sarah H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07011256998622551486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LlJSR588CmM/SD4hDq3dyCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PQnTR3QedIM/S220/glasses1.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
