Danna Faulds

Poet and yoga practitioner Danna Faulds reflects on how caretaking her garden informs the way she shows up in relationships—with herself and with others.

The exhortation to “be mindful” can feel like a chore. But the heightened presence that comes from birdwatching is natural and effortless, says poet Danna Faulds.

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.

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

Poet and yoga practitioner Danna Faulds reflects on how a tangible practice of postures and breathing can reliably create an intangible connection with Self, spirit, and others.

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.

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.

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...

For author Danna Faulds, writing has always seemed like both a mystical and a creative act. Now she's experimenting with an artistic medium that, until now, she considered off limits.

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.

When Danna Faulds discovered Kripalu Yoga, she was in the midst of a difficult divorce, and ripe for transformation.

Can we remain in the flow of moods, emotions, and thoughts parading through the foreground of our minds—and also experience the spacious field of awareness in which all these things arise?

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

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

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

Several decades after she first coaxed her body into a yoga pose, poet and author Danna Faulds addresses a love note to her body.

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.

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...

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...

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.

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...

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

Forward Bend was a pose Danna Faulds mostly avoided, until the middle of her monthlong Kripalu Yoga Teacher Training. Then she had to confront it once and for all.

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 is the unseen replenishing and renewal taking place at the deepest level.

When our senses are awake, we can see the matrix that weaves through our world.

After a long winter, spring flowers are like endorphins made visible. These vibrant flora boost well-being on multiple levels, and each has its own legends and attributes.