Day 99 of 108 American Sentence (July 12, 2019)

Do I remember how to teach . . . ?  I think I remember how to teach . . . 

This American Sentence question is always the question. I’m on the cusp of being settled in home. I’m wanting to teach and dance and make art and sing and write and ride. But, home is not ready, and I am where I am. Today, I walked around the city, thought about the placement of the stars, felt the warmth of the sun, listened to leaves rustling, let myself be bored. 

Glorious!

July 11, 2026 – Salem, MA

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I have been on sabbatical for quite some time. Over that time I have continued to practice yoga and art and writing and riding and researching and learning. I am overflowing with ideas now, and am excited to release new workshops and classes over the next couple of months – some that I have been developing over the last couple of years.

I love teaching! The funny thing is, no matter how long I have been doing it, before every single class there is a voice in my head that says, “How are you going to do this?” Then I breathe, settle in, sometimes review my notes, envision my class, ask my Higher Power for guidance and to be a clear channel for the highest good of all, and get on with it.

Teaching is in my bones, is in my heart. The more I teach, the more I learn. The more I learn, the more I want to share. The more I share, the happier I am.

Do I remember how to sing . . .  I think I remember how to sing . . . 

Do I remember how to paint . . .  I think I remember how to paint . . . 

Do I remember how to write . . .  I think I remember how to write . . . 

Do I remember how to ride . . .  I think I remember how to ride . . . 

Do I remember how to play . . .  I think I remember how to play . . . 

Do I remember how to love . . .  I think I remember how to love . . . 

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original post:
July 12, 2019
Flagstaff, Arizona