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<strong>The</strong> Front Porch<br />
Acenda Yoga<br />
Non-profit Yoga Studio in Lakewood, Ohio<br />
Acenda Yoga is a non-profit yoga studio created by Arabelle Romeo to<br />
serve all. It is Acenda’s mission to make yoga accessible to everyone,<br />
regardless of physical or financial limitations. Offering a full range of<br />
traditional yoga classes, they also have initiated Adaptive Yoga classes<br />
aimed to bridge the mind-body gap for individuals living with disabilities.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Adaptive Yoga classes provide the link to bring the disabled<br />
student back to the full experience of being present in their body.<br />
Acenda Yoga’s teachers are committed to helping every student build<br />
a meaningful practice and experience yoga as a way of life. Scholarships<br />
are available for both traditional students and adaptive students<br />
based on financial needs. Scholarship applications are available at the<br />
studio, located at 17305 Madison Avenue in Lakewood or visit them<br />
online at www.acendayoga.com<br />
When I came back from the boat<br />
ride to heaven, I ate an omelet<br />
and then slept on a cushion in the<br />
sun on the deck. Page 27<br />
“<strong>The</strong> night kissed the fading day With a whisper: “I am death, your<br />
mother, From me you will get new birth.” Rabindranth Tagore<br />
Shrunken onto a leather chair<br />
behind the great mahogany desk,<br />
settled in a bespoke suit that had<br />
been sewn for a healthier body,<br />
the mogul chewed an unlit cigar.<br />
His skin was translucent, his voice<br />
gravel and vinegar: “Don’t get<br />
lured into the sweet slavery,” he<br />
said. Page 12<br />
I am…...<br />
A moment frozen in time<br />
When the chambers<br />
Of my heart are open<br />
Silken pink<br />
Eyes bright<br />
<strong>The</strong> softness of my skin<br />
Quiets my mind<br />
This moment curls into me<br />
Like a warm blanket<br />
Where I feel<br />
Unbound<br />
Or boundless<br />
By these chains<br />
Heavy, gripped<br />
Around me<br />
It is this fiery suit of armor<br />
Out of which I unfold<br />
Unraveling<br />
Sweet petals of spring<br />
Wrap myself in their<br />
Moist embrace<br />
I simply fall<br />
And let myself be<br />
Cocooned by this single<br />
Solitary moment of Joy<br />
<strong>The</strong> kind that comes after<br />
Years of turmoil,<br />
Heaviness, darkness<br />
Pervading my cells<br />
It is now that I can see<br />
See beyond this place<br />
Now but a memory<br />
A scary dream of a lost soldier<br />
Ready to be buried<br />
Here, beneath the dust,<br />
<strong>The</strong> beauty of crystals<br />
Of which this journey has formed<br />
I am here, now, feet settling<br />
Into steady earth<br />
Crown reaching beyond the Mystery<br />
Into Light<br />
And so, here, now<br />
Forever<br />
I am<br />
-D. Bradt 3/28/10<br />
Turning the corner<br />
Pa g e 6<br />
Ma r c h • Ap r i l 2011<br />
t h e Jo u r n e y