By WILLIAM J. BROAD
On a cold Saturday in early 2009, Glenn Black, a yoga teacher of nearly four decades, whose devoted clientele includes a number of celebrities and prominent gurus, was giving a master class at Sankalpah Yoga in Manhattan. Black is, in many ways, a classic yogi: he studied in Pune, India, at the institute founded by the legendary B. K. S. Iyengar, and spent years in solitude and meditation.
New research adds weight to the increasingly recognized theory that trauma is a factor in the development of chronic pain.
By Jennifer Davis
Muscle Deterioration In Patients With Lung Disease Seen Connected To Heightened Carbon Dioxide Levels In The BloodScienceDaily (Apr. 23, 2009) — Muscle deterioration in patients with lung diseases might be a direct consequence of high carbon dioxide levels in their blood, an international team of researchers headed by Prof. Yosef Gruenbaum of the Hebrew University of Jerusalem has found.
2010
In Honor of "Reg"
December 2010
Reg and I worked together after his most recent tour in Afganistan. Scarred from his experiences in the field physically, mentally and emotionally, Reg was a quiet, gentle soul. His desire to get better for the family he loved so much was truly inspirational to me. Reg, thank you and your family for the many sacrifices which help to ensure our freedoms. May your gifts never be taken for granted. Gospeed on your next journey and thank you.
In Loving Memory of "Miss Joy"
March 2010
I began working with Joy in September of 2008. The first thing about Joy that struck me was her soft smile and kind, bright eyes. Joy was a mild, soft spoken lady who made me feel warm and loved each time I visited with her and the other residents at Sunrise Hillcrest Senior Living Community. It is never easy to say goodbye but I know she is in a place where her smile will light up all the spirits around her. Thank you Joy for sharing your light with me.
In Loving Memory of "Yoda Bouguyon" - "Drooler"
May 2007 - March 2010
Yoda's mom was killed when he was only about a week old leaving Fayne and I to hand feed he and his 5 siblings until they were strong enough to eat on their own. He got his name by the manner in which his ears would flop back and forth (like the "real" Yoda) when he drank from his baby bottle. A long, lanky, drooling cat he was playful and very loving. My favorite memory of Yoda is when a neighbor's dog chased him under our parked car and kept barking at him. When Yoda had enough he charged out and attacked the dog who promptly turned tail and yiped all the way home to his mommy. My dear Yoda, I will miss your warm hugs and yes, even your drool. Be well dear friend.
Professional Member of the National Qigong Association