Working in my yard this weekend, pulling weeds and mulching the flower beds, I found myself humming this old folk song “Yellow is the Colour of My True Love’s Hair”. Not because my love’s hair is blonde in the morning (it is salt-and-pepper all the time), but because EVERYTHING was yellow, dusted with a thick coat of what my botanist friend calls tree sperm. Pine pollen—we all more or less hate it.
Everything looks dull. It clings to all surfaces; cars seem to be a particular magnet. With a small gust of wind, you can see it billowing in sulfurous clouds of gold. Despite our general annoyance—guess what? Pine pollen is supposed to be good for you! Seriously.
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Now that I am semi-retired, I only teach yoga on Zoom from my own home. It’s convenient, easy, and still rewarding. However, in the 10+ years of my yoga career, I had the delight (and challenge) of teaching classes in some unusual places. In fact, thinking back, I realize that I never once taught a class in a place that was an official studio dedicated to yoga.
accidental goddess 