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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

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