There are moments in my life when I have felt like all was right with the world. I can remember vividly, watching a sloth in Costa Rica. My ex and I must have caught this gentle being in its one-hour of activity in the day. It moved with such tender, quiet ease, reaching its arms…
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Roll and Release
Since my husband first proposed that we move to Europe so he could enroll in a doctoral program in France instead of the United States, I have felt the unsteady groundlessness of limbo even more acutely than ever before in my life. It’s odd because I have always made the choice to try something new,…
Make your own way
I often tell my yoga students that the practice of yoga is a practice of remembering; remembering that we are already perfect as we are; that we have infinite capacity within us; that we have the ability to create the energy we need at any moment; that we can always return to the breath when…
Do unto others
I offered a yoga class this week where I spoke about the idea of walking your talk. I live and teach in Belgium, and I am often curious if sayings that are commonly used in the United States are found here in Brussels, so I sometimes bring them up in conversation. At the beginning…
There is a reason you are here now
I have identified myself in many ways over the years: pianist, runner, naturalist, park ranger, interpreter, educator, birder, crazy birder, wanderer, nomad, gypsy, doctor, musician, songwriter, writer, entrepreneur, collector. I have never described myself as a yogi. And after spending only one hour with fellow women who are embarking upon a yoga teacher-training journey, I…
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