Author: Tammy T. Stone

This is the Meaning of Practice.

  By Tammy T. Stone   I haven’t seen her in years—a feisty, mama-bear, older woman selling books to tourists in a sleepy Thai town by a river. Kanchanaburi is not far from Bangkok, famous for its River Kwai and immortalized in the movie “The Bridge on the River Kwai,” inspired by the horrible events surrounding the building of the bridge during WWII. It’s a serene kind of place to find a hammock and veg out for a few days (or lose track of time entirely), though it can jam up with tourists given its history, proximity to Bangkok,...

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The I in Faith.

  By Tammy T. Stone   Faith can be a divisive issue, in a world already pretty divided. If we take faith to mean a belief in some form of higher power—probably the most common use of the term—we have on the one hand people who are willing to die for their faith, and those who feel ardent believers are quite literally out of their minds for having faith in something that is ultimately unknowable. We’ve witnessed how ideological clashes between members of different faiths, as they’ve manifested in the religions of the world, have led to war and...

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What is the Currency of Our Words?

  By Tammy T. Stone   Why do we speak and write? What is it that drives us as we bring pen to page, finger to keyboard, voice to the world? What do we have to say, and why do we need others to hear it? What is the sanity, the clarity, the beauty of marking our lives with scribbles and sounds; these visual and tonal hieroglyphics imprinted in space and time? We’re certainly unique creatures, us humans, in how we’ve evolved to create such elaborate symbol systems in order to express ourselves and communicate with each other—in other...

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We are More Than the Sum of Our Parts.

  By Tammy T. Stone   One morning recently, I got up early, at 5:00 a.m., to meditate. It was the first time in awhile I’ve successfully managed to greet the day in its dark infancy—an empowering feeling once the deep longing to return to sleep subsided. My mind raced the entire hour. I tried to be aware of my breath and found it was actually quite hard to locate. I forgot about mindfulness and self-acceptance and berated myself yet again for these tiny, almost imperceptible breath-bits, and then I swung the other way and reminded myself to observe...

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Hanging Down With Uttanasana.

By Tammy T. Stone **Disclaimer! I’m not advocating doing what I’m about to explain below, or equating it with the more spiritual aspects of yoga—this is a story about an asana (yoga posture) I’ve felt compelled to do lately, within my current capabilities and limitations—I hope you will find it useful. I can be a very “yang” person, my thoughts flitting here and there like a mad wind, creating an overwhelming and to me, perceptible weight in my head. Because of this, and because I live in a very yang city at the moment, I have been doing a...

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