It was late Thursday night and I was on my way home from teaching three back-to-back yoga classes. I’d had an incredibly challenging week. It was one of those weeks where I believed “everything was going wrong.” Normally, just as I do on my mat, I try not to judge things as good or bad, because I find that when I judge, I suffer.
Working through the resistance, the dogma, and the fear of finding God not within an organized religion, but within myself Don’t forget to breathe On my mat in twisting crescent lunge, in a room over … Read More
This morning, I was rushed. I was pressed for time and feeling frantic energy to get all of my errands done in the short hour I had allotted for them. I was consumed with my … Read More
How does one heal from a broken heart? How does one recover when a trusted friend stabs you in the back or a loved one hurts you so deeply? Forgiveness. Though it’s incredibly difficult, we … Read More