Author Archives: kristinshepherd
Tough Business, Being Human
There’s a NIM bin across the street from my clinic. I watch people walk by it on the sidewalk. Most people ignore it. Occasionally someone stops to look at its contents. Once in a while, someone picks something off the top … Continue reading
Beyond the Fling
I didn’t think I’d have to revisit the headstand in yoga. I did, after all, learn to fling myself up against a wall, remove one foot at a time from the wall, slowly, and balance for a good ten seconds … Continue reading
Priests and Doctors
When I was a kid, priests had a lot of clout. You were rude if you questioned them. (Isn’t this original sin thing a bit negative? A bit manipulative? How does saying 29 Hail Marys absolve me of the sins … Continue reading
Edna and Thich Nhat Hanh
I’m pretty certain my friend Edna has never met Thich Nhat Hanh, a Vietnamese Buddhist monk with whom I spent a week in silence a few years ago. My guess is that, if she did meet him, she would think he … Continue reading
The Solstice 108
My yoga group celebrated the winter solstice by doing 108 consecutive sun salutations. This is not a joke. I don’t know the significance of the 108. Perhaps it’s an Upanishad thing. Perhaps it is the number of lifetimes you should … Continue reading
Ho.
We have no lights up. We have no tree, yet. We look like lonely Jehovah Witnesses, lonely because we aren’t Witnesses, so we’re not inside hanging out with Witness friends, enjoying some specific biblical interpretation that keeps us satisfied with … Continue reading
One jump at Christmas
So I can do it in one jump, now. The headstand, I mean. And it is fantastic. Totally exhilarating, though like so many victories, it’s been eclipsed by two things that have happened since. First, I showed my headstand to … Continue reading
A Life in Two Jumps
I may have mentioned that I recently visited a yoga class during which I was kicked in the face by an eager headstander. It was a hard kick. I staggered a bit. I may not have mentioned that I had … Continue reading
Stamp this on your forehead
Avery is about four years old. She comes into my clinic with her mom. One of Avery’s favourite things to do is find one of my office stamps – the kind that stamps my clinic address on cards and magazines and … Continue reading
Gump
So I’m in this play called Marvin’s Room, having been cast about three days ago as Marvin, a man who never actually appears to the audience, and who has no dialogue. Not one line. He makes sounds (he’s had a … Continue reading