I am now

Over my three plus decades on this planet, I have learned the unproductive behavior pattern of worrying about all that might go wrong in a given situation. I have become an expert in what a friend has referred to as “industrial grade worrying.” This is to say that I worry about emotions I might experience,…

Anything but stasis

I have heard many of my yoga and meditation teachers describe how meditation quiets the mind and how it can be easeful and grounding. My experience with meditation in the past year and a half of daily practice has been anything but soothing, however. I read about people’s initial struggles with meditation. They sit and…

The tie doesn’t have to bind

For many years, Alaska has maintained a remarkable and impressively solid hold on me. I have been physically and financially tethered to the state by virtue of the house I have been renting and attempting to sell since moving from Alaska to Massachusetts in frigid conditions in January 2012. Alaska has held onto my psyche…

Don’t hide your heart

In my life, I have always been drawn to help people. This propensity has sometimes been to the detriment of my own wellbeing, and it has afforded me many opportunities for learning to create healthy boundaries between my self and the people I wish to help. Over time and with bumps along the path, I…

Living on my edge

I have applied to many jobs and programs of study in my life. Written applications often include an essay section with questions that ask the applicant to describe the experience that inspired them to pursue a career or course of study in that particular field.   Suffice it to say that these were not my…

What does your tea bag tell you?

Several years ago, a dear friend spent a couple of winters with me when I was living in Lowell, Massachusetts. We shared the gift of time together in my apartment beside an old candle making company that had been started by a Greek family decades ago. My building had been attached to the neighboring building…

Shiva and the snail

Often when I am feeling a bit crushed and bruised by the world, reminders are sent to me that offer both perspective and a solidarity. These reminders frequently come in very small packages. Yesterday morning, I left the house all ready to attend the final day of a weekend workshop with an incredible Anusara teacher,…

Without the dark

Much like my journey toward so many practices that create balance and joy in my life, my path to yoga has been full of stops and starts. Realizing that a practice will lead to a more easeful, sustainable existence does not mean that I am able to instantly and seamlessly weave it into my life….

Karma Sutra

For much of February, I experienced a deep and aching longing. Some mornings, I woke up feeling such intense heartache and homesickness that only the prospect of a hot cup of coffee could get me out of bed.   Brussels is much like western Washington and southeast Alaska in winter: grey, overcast skies mixed with intermittent, driving…

In the shadow of Shiva

I spent this past weekend in a teacher training for Anusara yoga. The training was held in English, which was the common language for everyone in the studio. Before moving to Brussels, my husband told me that when he had gone on a PhD reconnaissance mission the city had felt very international. He had that…

Creating community in foreign lands

I officially began a new chapter of my life in Brussels, Belgium on December 2, 2016, and it has been a bit of a bumpy introduction thus far. Since I graduated high school, I have moved as often as every few months to one to two years. In this transient life, I often experience a…