What is it that takes your breath away?Read More
How exactly does one know the calling of the Soul?
Lo and behold, it’s a question that the seekers of our kind of wrestled with for centuries. The struggle between what our minds tell us, what society seems to suggest, and that wild calling that wakes us from dreams about tall mountain peaks and soaring birds with a driving call for…
Something. If only we could figure out what those dreams meant.Read More
We've all heard that yoga is helpful for stress, anxiety, and our nervous system -- and on the whole, I'd agree. But some yoga is more helpful than others. In fact, I've found some practices to be more aggravating to my system than helpful.
WHAT?! I know. So here's the breakdown: the right yoga for you!Read More
Let's get clear: why are we practicing yoga in the first place?Read More
The revolution began long before the marches, the posters, the walk-outs.
It began quietly. In unassuming voices, with cups of tea and sleeping children in the back bedroom.
It began in circles. Circles of friends, of women, of men, strangers-no-more meeting one another's gaze with curiosity, trepidation, excitement.
And in Circles, the revolution continues to gain momentum. Build strength. Dig deep roots.Read More
"But what does that feel like?"
I'm pretty sure the first time someone asked me that, I experienced a complete failure of vocabulary to accurately assess -- and explain -- my inner experience.
"What do you mean, what does that feel like? It feels like... sensation?"
Trying to "tune in" felt like moving closer to a static-ridden television screen in hopes of seeing... something. Maybe it's like Magic Eye? Nope, just noise.Read More
Should I go to yoga when I'm sick?
The not-so-simple answer: sometimes.Read More
let me begin: this pain of sexual misconduct, harassment, assault, runs deep.Read More
This is how I know my place in the order of things.
There are new trees fallen across the path, their needles and leaves still holding tightly despite the wild rush to the forest floor. I knew them in their days of grandeur, hugging the edges of this winding trail. The narrow streambed has come alive with what remains of the downpour, and the forest floor bears the signs of leaves and needles pushed aside as the rush of water surged to find its resting place in the marsh.Read More
When we keep waking up to violence, we start to wonder..
What hurts so badly that people make the choices they do?Read More
Getting friendly with the "why" behind our choices.Read More