Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Half Life

By: Stephen Levine
from Breaking the Drought

We walk through half of our life
as if it were a fever dream

barely touching the ground

our eyes half open
our heart half closed.

Not half knowing who we are
we watch the ghost of us drift
from room to room
through friends and lovers
never quite as real as advertised.

Not saying half we mean
or meaning half we say
we dream ourselves
from birth to birth
seeking the true self.

Until the fever breaks
and the heart can not abide
a moment longer
as the rest of us awakens,
summoned from the dream,
not half caring for anything but love.



Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Seed

By: Henry David Thoreau

Though I do not believe
that a plant will spring up
where no seed has been,
I have great faith in a seed.
Convince me that you have a seed there,
and I am prepared to expect wonders.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Morning Yoga in Leif Erickson Park!


Wednesdays, July 18th - September 19th (10 weeks)

6:15AM-7:05AM


Back by popular demand, our Hatha/Vinyassa style yoga class designed for runners and triathletes! Once again the class will be led by Kyle Elden, RYT. The class will incorporate tennis ball work for fascia release and focus on abdominal strengthening. We will especially focus on common muscles used by runners and cyclists.



The summer session will meet in Leif Erickson Park behind Duluth Running Co.

Dates: Wednesday, July 18-Wednesday, Sept. 19
Times: 6:15AM-7:05AM
Cost: $100.00
Must pre-register for all 10 weeks.
Space is limited to 40 members.

All class members must bring their own mat. Yoga mats are available for purchase at Duluth Running Co.



Register HERE!


Registration is also available at Duluth Running Co.



If you have any questions, please contact Kyle at k_elden@yahoo.com or call 218-341-6115

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Fire


This is an example of how my book will look collaborating with Kate Whittaker's beautiful paintings. Please visit her website
Poem Fire By: Kyle Elden; Painting By: Kate Whittaker
By: Jane Hirshfield

Past time, I threw the flowers out,
washed out the cloudy vase.
How easily the old clearness
leapt, like a practiced tiger, back inside it.