Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Morning Yoga at Duluth Running Company

Kyle Elden, RYT

Starting March14th-June13 (14 weeks)
ONLY $100 (less than $7.25 per class)
Must pre-register – call or go to Duluth Running Co.
218-728-1148 – 1026 E. Superior St., Duluth

Wednesday mornings, 6:15-7:05 (50minute class)

Bring your own mat!

The class will be a Hatha/Vinyasa style, will incorporate tennis ball for fascia release & focus on abdominal strengthening. Great for all people; however, will concentrate on common muscles runners/cyclists utilize.

If you have any questions feel free to contact me at or 341-6115!

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

I Love My Friends

By: Rumi

I love my friends neither with my heart nor with my mind.
Just in case…
Heart might stop. Mind can forget.
I love them with my soul.
Soul never stops or forgets.

Let Nothing Upset You

By: Saint Teresa of Avila

Let nothing upset you.
Let nothing frighten you.
Everything is changing;
God alone is changeless.
Patience attains the goal.
Who has God lacks nothing;
God alone fills every need.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Taste of Forgiveness

By: Kyle Elden

“Forgiveness is the name of love practiced among people who love poorly. The hard truth is that all people love poorly. We need to forgive and be forgiven every day, every hour increasingly. That is the great work of love among the fellowship of the weak that is the human family.” ~ Henri J.M. Nouwen

“The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that that situation is over, you cannot move forward.”
~ Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free

“It is easy to forgive, until you have something to forgive” ~ CS Lewis

When people are careless

When sweat and tears are wet on your face & body
from carrying the heavy weight of hurt

When you have dark marks on your sacred heart
from reckless hands

When your eyes are marred by dirt and dust
of another’s stumbling walk

When it seems it will never end

When the pain closes in, pulls you under
in this body of water, this undercurrent

When thrashing in the depths, at the bottom
you taste death’s dismal wine

When you come up, break surface

When you take deep breath and know
you are alive

When your eyes open and the world is bright,
the sun greets you, spreads warmth, wraps around you

When you have been lifted, called into the arms of
the Beloved, you know Love

When you sit at love’s feast it is sweet ripe red & purple berries,
juice of forgiveness bursting in your mouth

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Mornings at Blackwater

By: Mary Oliver (from “Red Bird: Poems”)

For years, every morning, I drank
from Blackwater Pond.
It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,
the feet of ducks.

And always it assuaged me
from the dry bowl of the very far past.

What I want to say is
that the past is the past,
and the present is what your life is,
and you are capable
of choosing what that will be,
darling citizen.

So come to the pond,
or the river of your imagination,
or the harbor of your longing,

and put your lips to the world.
And live
your life.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

A Voice of Love

By: Rumi

Every second a voice of love
comes from every side.
Who needs to go sight seeing?

We come from a majesty
and we go back there.

Monday, February 20, 2012

To Have More Life

By: Gregory Orr

To add to our own suffering
To the world's: tempting
When we're young,
Easy to confuse that
With love.

As if
The beloved desired
Our sacrifice, wanted
Us to be the moth
Impaling itself
On the candle's radiant

We'd only
Smother the flame.
What the beloved wants
Is to burn more brightly
To have more life.

Thursday, February 16, 2012


By: The Innocence Mission

Rain or shine, this street of mine is golden.
Rain or shine, this street of mine is golden
with the gold of hickory leaves.
I can walk under these clouds.
Rain or shine, this street of mine is golden.

God is love
and love will never fail me.
God is love
and love will never fail me.
If I’m driving there today
and I really am this afraid,
God is love
and love will never fail me.

Some birds I know are moving on this weekend.
Some birds I know are moving on this weekend.
And I’m under the sky, I am on the ground, with my coat.
Some birds I know are moving on this weekend.

God is love
and love will never fail me.
God is love
and love will never fail me.
And some days I will decide
to let everything else go by.
God is love
and love will never fail me.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012


By: Kyle Elden

terribly messed up
sharp illustrious edges
shine like diamonds
alluring, calling out all the want inside
rising like a snake upward to
the flute music of its charmer

I’ve chased rainbows
cast from shattered bits of life
illusions of light breaking through shards
stomping over the shadows
the dark underbelly
the substance upon which I stand
longing to be soaked in color
intoxicated on false hope
a mirage just always ahead
dry throat, unbearable thirst
through nights, and days and years
drinking from empty glasses
broken cisterns

Jesus, God your name
used to be stones in my mouth
I tried to choke down, or spit out
a dam holding back
a great force of rushing water
I was afraid would swallow me whole
but the Kingdom is so much greater
than I imagined
there was always so much
steam and condensation
I’ve now wiped away from the mirror
to see myself clearly
to see myself as You do

I have burn marks from the flames of hell
across my body
scars from the casket that held me like a womb
dirt underneath my fingernails from the grave
I’ve been climbing out of
cuts from rocks and roots I’ve grabbed
to pull myself up

Toward you
the greatest love of my life
You are everywhere
and within
above and beneath, all around
You were always holding me
wanted me to feel my head against
the beating of Your heart
Your arms wrapped around me
love pouring into me overflowing
glasses of wine and laughter
dancing with me, spinning until
I see stars
singing into daybreak
kissing my forehead
brushing the hair from my eyes
whispering in my ear
“my child, welcome home!”