
Dave Eggars writes in the introduction to David Foster Wallace’s huge ( emotionally and physically – 1079 pages ) novel, Infinite Jest, about “a constant tragic undercurrent that concerns people who are completely lost – lost within their families, lost within their nations, lost within their time and who only want some sort of direction or purpose or sense of community and love.” This seems universal. After digging through Infinite Jest a number of times, never to finish, I can understand the commitment necessary to forge a connection to others or to the divine through creative expression. Is this my answer? Investigating and committing to photography and writing with a quest for love are encouraged by yoga. These postures, after years of practice, seep deeper and deeper into my heart allowing the art to emerge. Sometimes I’m sore, but mostly these days, I’m inspired. The asanas have become established within me inducing a clearing for the expression that seems more important than ever. Love.







Laptops, music, art, conversation. Where do the yogis meet? Why, at Asana, of course, the semi-newcomer, which opened last July on Lincoln Street. It’s easy to be a yogi and eat this delicious organic food and sip any of the 60 varieties of tea, while hanging with friends. Asana tends to go light and pumped with flavor with its delicious array of paninis, focaccia pizzas, and my favorite, the “bowls to fill the whole.” These bowls are filled with veggies, tempeh, sometimes chicken, and, and spices to warm your open yogi heart. Another favorite is the Grain bowl, with quinoa or brown rice filled with soup and topped with rainbow chard – my dream meal. Or just come by after class, sit on the couch, and sip tea. Erin and Marshall, my recent servers could not have been more friendly or helpful. Enjoy!