This week I had a birthday. I was remembering many birthdays and how each July 23rd honors my entrance into and presence in this world. On each of these personal anniversaries, I often reflect on this "me" that I was born into. The thread of who I am in the world has had a continuous presence, and yet it's not a static expression or representation of the essence of me. It shifts - I'm not the same as I was the year before or the year before that.Read More
I recently returned from a meditation retreat, where I immersed myself in the Vibrating Silence of the inner depths of the heart. At the same time, the country was whirling with the intensity of the political upheavals. As many took to the streets, took to the phones, took themselves to rallies, I was sitting quietly. And although I knew that I too would take action, the question rose up: why meditate? How indeed is this helping the world?Read More
At the turn of the year, I articulated to myself and others my personal intention for the year. This intention, or sankalpa, is an stated imprint, a seal, or mudra, into my consciousness, of my heart's desire: to Choose Love.Read More
The yoga tradition is rich with stories- mythological, didactic, allegorical. They are essential methods of passing down the teachings of yoga throughout history. This juicy storytelling has often been overlooked when our society talks about yoga and what yoga is. But stories have a powerful effect of fostering culture and values and foundational language.Read More
What does it mean to be fully radiant? How do we come back to sensing and feeling joy, ease, and lightness of the heart? What is happening in our practice that is helping us feel more whole and connected?
The teachings of the koshas address these questions and others that pull at us. The Koshas describe 5 aspects or layers of our being, from the very tangible physical body to the more ethereal psychic and intuitive aspects of ourselves. Yoga practices, of which there are many, refine and support the optimal functioning and well-being of these layers.Read More
Less than 2 weeks ago, I was in a car accident. The most commonly asked question I've gotten from the people I've shared this with is, "Was it serious?" Well, my car was totaled, but I walked away intact, and there were no major injuries that I know of to any of the people involved. So, in one way, it wasn't too dire. But as I faced what felt like my impending death, it felt very serious indeed.Read More
A friend of mine has been writing a book on home practice and asked me about mine. I've been contemplating her questions over the last couple of months, and realizing just how integral home practice is to my every day.Read More
"Sometimes I feel like a motherless child." I can hear Nina Simone singing this in my mind. There's a aching so deep, so palpable, the heart just feels the weight of despair. It's a voice so forlorn, we're drawn to it, even though most of us listening aren't motherless children. But there's something we recognize as our own in the song. There's something that rings true for us in the words, in the melody, in the pained expressiveness. A month ago, a friend that I had known since I was a small girl was killed. She was murdered. She was one of the girls that everyone in school knew. She had two older siblings that to us younger kids seemed so cool and fascinating. Her parents were so central to our small town. Everyone knew them. In high school, my friend was the one everyone called to see what was going on. She lived on the lake, and my memories are inextricably linked to being on her dock, in her boat, hanging out with her crew in the lazy summer evenings at her home. My growing up is connected with her, her home, her family.Read More
In the Yoga Tradition, the word nyaya refers to a teaching axiom, a teaching aphorism. There are many in the nondual Tantric tradition that I study and practice. And they inspired me to speak to the process of learning to crawl. Liam, who is now 7 months old, is in the process of figuring out how to maneuver himself around his playmat and the room. He started by learning to roll. It was thrilling for him, and also for all of us (particular his daddy and myself) who have been cheerleading his learning process on.Read More
This is my first post as a mom.
Since I've written my last entry, everything's changed, and yet in other ways, nothing's changed: Life is a mystery, the practice is Love, and the path is meeting oneself in all the ways we not only express and reflect Life's joy and meaningfulness, but also how we inadvertently block it, are blind to it, or harden ourselves in reaction to it.Read More