Yoga and the Ghosts of Dogs

by Fred Carlson

Originally published in Guild of American Luthiers Quarterly, Volume 5, #2 1977



The day has been slow.

I watch a fat spring woodchuck dragging his ail down the hill toward the poplars, which smile green, and bow.

I have been reading my latest copy of the Quarterly (5#1) and going through my usual mental/emotional contortions. Feelings of being personally attacked by denunciations of novices and information seekers; feelings of elation at reading of people’s enthusiasm for this magic thing we’re involved in; incredible fears brought on by the thought of business, of things having to be a certain way to be “right”. But in the end, I am impressed by how wonderfully crazy you all are, we all are, in all is.