Coming to Terms with Our Dark Side
There is a lot about yoga that sinks deep into my soul during this time of year. As the rest of the world seems to
There is a lot about yoga that sinks deep into my soul during this time of year. As the rest of the world seems to
Oh, winter. As the cold seeps into our bones and the world turns white, there are so many of us who find hibernation preferable
I love to walk. As simple as it sounds, walking gives my brain freedom—freedom from chaos and stress. It renews me, physically and mentally. I
There’s a tree that grows in Africa that embodies the term “survivor.” This tree grows insanely tall and thick, storing water in the dry months
Sixteen years ago, I walked into a yoga studio for the first time. I carried with me, a mat I borrowed from my mom, and
I returned home from Afghanistan, in 2011. Struggling to cope with what had transpired over the last 365 days, I found my solitude within drinking
The morning dawns slowly, darkly, and tiredly. The alarm rings several times before I finally find enough energy to shift and moan, peeking up over
I’ve come to realize, in my many years of practicing, that yoga is hard. Yoga is an incredible commitment. And yet—and yet—it’s worth it.
Speaking from an imaginative, constantly-changing-her-schedule girl, discipline is hard. Working through goals all the way to the finish line is next to impossible, naturally, for