Usually, my fantastical yoga scenarios are purely a defense mechanism. I'd embarrassed myself and I would use humor as a way to process the mortifying experience. But sometimes they come from incredibly random places -- and the same part of my mind that will take an embarrassing moment and run with it will take that random… Continue reading BatYoga
I have been on a blogginating roll over the last few weeks. Between this little page and my yoga page and the various websites I write for, I've been posting something practically every day. Part of me saw this rapid-fire writing and went, "Is someone missing her 365 challenge?" In 2013, I decided to do a 365 Project.… Continue reading A Year Out and the 365 Project
I've been a runner in some fashion since I was 15. I've learned countless strategies as a sprinter, as a casual jogger, as a mid-distance runner. There's always a new technique, a slightly different way of moving your legs or your arms or your torso. Unless you're a sprinter or only run indoors, you will eventually… Continue reading Running Downhill
This time last year, I was slowly finishing up my yoga teacher training. In the midst of finishing my practicum hours, my anatomy assignments, my last rounds of weekend intensives, I was also toeing into the world of actual teaching. I was finding opportunities and opportunities were falling into my lap. I was eyeing my… Continue reading Savor it. It will not last.
The problem with being a writer -- and with primarily being friends with writers -- is that everything is a goddamn metaphor. Everything is symbolic. Everything holds a heavier resonance. A little while back, my best friend wrote a piece on sea glass, effortlessly comparing who we are to what that once-ragged glass will go through in… Continue reading Sea Glass, Pt 2