The rain recording
On a single forty-minute audio recording of rain on a tin roof — and on what years of using it as a small evening practice has…
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The meditation room without incense
On a small decision I made years ago — to keep the practice space free of any additional sensory input — and on what this purity…
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The low tone of the evening
On the household practice of dropping the volume of everything in the evening — voices, music, even appliances — and on the small effect this has on how the night settles in.
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The twenty-minute yoga nidra
On a small recorded guided practice that has become my afternoon reset — and on what twenty minutes of this specific format does…
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The bath with no music
On the small decision to take baths in deliberate silence — and on what the silence does for the body that music in the…
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The restorative class I attend on Thursdays
On the small weekly studio commitment I keep — ninety minutes of restorative yoga in a quiet room with five other people — and on why this single class has earned its place in a busy week.
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The sound of the house at five am
On the small specific acoustic quality of the early morning hour — and on the practice of simply listening to it for ten minutes…
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The instrumental album for restorative practice
On a single forty-minute album I have used as the background to most of my home restorative practice — and on the unexpected…
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The friend I co-practice with
On a small weekly arrangement — one friend, one shared apartment, ninety minutes of side-by-side restorative practice in silence — and on what shared practice does that solo practice does not.
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The small bell
On a tiny brass bell from a Tibetan shop in Brussels — and on the practice of using it to mark the small transitions of a long…
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The no-music walk
On the small decision to take walks without headphones — and on what the unfilled walk does for the mind that the…
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The corner of the room
On the small specific spot in the living room where I have, for years, gone to do nothing — and on the case for having a designated unstructured place in your home.
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The sound of the bath filling
On a small sensory pleasure I have, over the years, learned to pay full attention to — and on what slowing down to hear small…
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The twenty-minute restorative after dinner
On a small practice we have, in our household, settled into — twenty minutes of supported legs-up-the-wall after dinner most…
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