Danna Faulds

Danna Faulds is a poet who credits the practice of meditation with giving her reliable access to a vivid inner life and creative voice. A long-term practitioner of Kripalu Yoga, Danna is the author of six books of poetry: Go In and In, One Soul, Prayers to the Infinite, From Root to Bloom, and Breath of Joy, as well as the memoir Into the Heart of Yoga. She describes herself as a once-reluctant meditator who now won’t miss a day. 


Resources

  • Watering the Roots

    Sometimes yoga can feel like just one more item on my to-do list, a daily commitment I push through to get on to the next thing.

  • Hope and Sauerkraut

    Something was obviously happening under the lid, in the darkness of the crock—something alive, mysterious, and transformative.

  • Weaving a Life

    by Danna Faulds, guest blogger For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to weave. I made dozens of potholders as a kid, weaving colored loops of fabric...

  • Lessons from My Father-In-Law

    In all the years I’ve known him, my father-in-law hasn’t done a single yoga posture, but he has met the challenges of his long life head on.

  • My Long Love Affair with Kripalu Yoga

    by Danna Faulds Looking back, it’s not surprising that my first encounter with Kripalu Yoga was so impactful. I was in the midst of a difficult divorce and...

  • Hope Is In the Garden

    Projects that deliver immediate results give me great satisfaction. But gardening is different.

  • The Miracle of Snow Peas

    My husband, Rick, and I have planted a vegetable garden each of the 10 years we’ve lived on our rural Virginia property.

  • The Winter Hummingbird

    Hummingbirds are natural ambassadors for present-moment awareness. It’s as if they embody the message “Pay attention!” just by being their lovely, mercurial...

  • How I Got My Yoga Back

    Yoga had always provided a way home to myself, a path to feeling more fully alive. Now it seemed more like body maintenance than a way to connect inside.

  • Brief Glimpses Can Change Everything

    By Danna Faulds On a weekend bike trip in rural Virginia recently, my husband and I caught a glimpse of a bald eagle flying downriver. It was late afternoon...

  • Cycle of Transformation

    Photo Courtesy of Flickr User Creativity+ Timothy K. Hamilton Danna Faulds, Guest Blogger I didn’t think much about the distant rumble of thunder as I biked...

  • Breathe Your Way to Health and Wholeness

    In my introductory yoga class back in 1983, the first thing my Kripalu-trained teacher taught me was how to take a long, slow, smooth breath.

  • Inner Listening

    Danna Faulds, guest blogger I’ve always had an affinity for the idea of a “still, small voice” within, a form of inner guidance that requires vigilance in...

  • Savor Your Life

    I must be awake, and if I’m awake, then I can’t be squandering my life.

  • My Imperfect Forward Bend

    by Danna Faulds My first yoga teacher introduced me to the Forward Bend in the summer of 1983. Until that afternoon, I’d never paid much attention to my...

  • Reaching for Rainbows

    Not long ago, my husband, Rick, and I celebrated our 32nd wedding anniversary by spending five days in the same West Virginia state park where we honeymooned so long ago. We hiked all its footpaths, reveling in woods and wildflowers. When we weren’t out walking, we enjoyed romantic meals in our little cabin and read aloud to each other during rain showers.

  • The Gift of Fallow Time

    The gift of fallow time is the unseen replenishing and renewal taking place at the deepest level.

  • Lessons from a Winter Walk

    I had decided to take my usual morning winter walk despite the cold, and was striding briskly back from the gate on Kripalu’s East Drive, blowing into my...

  • The Wisdom of the Woodpecker

    The bird hit hard and dropped like a stone onto the wooden deck, where it lay just on the other side of the glass with its black and white wings outstretched.

  • Meditation and Me

    I’ve always loved yoga, but my early relationship with meditation was far from easy. I remember my very first attempt to meditate in 1983, not long after meeting the man I eventually married. Rick had been sitting for years—an hour each morning—and his dedication to the practice piqued my curiosity.