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…

It starts in the body

“Healing is a process of clarifying our values and changing our behaviors to reflect them.” (Art Brownstein, 2001, p. xii). My Yoga Intensive Studies gatherings happen the last weekend of every month; my individual yoga intensive happens every day. This past month has been a challenging one for my body, which seems to have communicated…

Made it through Mercury

I made it through mercury’s most recent descent, though not entirely unscathed. Saturday, I was a walking disaster, trying to carry too much to the car, coffee sloshing down the front of my t-shirt and splattering onto my pants. I had heard people mention the phrase “mercury is in retrograde” in the past in response…

Mercury and me

I have been experiencing a range of emotions these past few days. I am unsettled. I feel restless. This emotional and now bodily response began when my music and business partner and I parted ways late morning this past Thursday. We had begun to unveil the discovery that our individual souls’ needs for work and…

Moksha requires letting go

When I open myself, I am vulnerable. I am open. I imagine that the idea of being open will lead me to a place of peace or of what yogis call moksha, liberation. To be free, I must let go, but my body is at odds with my mind. It wants to hold on tight,…

The Red Herring

The theme for this second weekend of yoga intensive studies was Letting Go. For four hours Friday night, I sat and thought about the elements of my life I wished to let go of. I was asked to think about my intentions for the weekend, and I remembered my intention for this year to find…