Gregory Ormson’s O-Rings – this is a place for work shaped by breath, motion, land, and listening. My life moves through many forms: writer, drummer and musician, motorcycle rider, teacher, yogi, but the practice between them is singlular and consistent . . . pay attention.
I am keenly interested in the polarities between inclusion and exclusion; and how a human being learns to belong to time, to landscape, to themselves and to the body’s own knowing.
My life and writing travels between northern lakes and desert roads, between discipline and improvisation, between the quiet labor of the page and the hot energy of the open road. Whether I am teaching, turning a sentence, striking a drum or chord, or riding into long weather, I strive to understand life’s coherence in a difficult and demanding time.
The 104th of my “yogainspirationals” in Om Yoga Magazine January, 2026 We’ve all walked into a yoga room feeling less than whole: sluggish, stiff, and unprepared for anything resembling transformation. I did recently; my body ached, my mind was scattered, and my motivation was a thin flame. And yet, somehow, yoga did its efficacious work.