How trust turned my hopeless SF Bay Area real estate hunt into an actual rose garden.

I’m moving to the west coast in thirty days. Where will I live? I don’t know. But what I do know is that I’m going to be okay. Everything will be okay. Always. Because it already is. I trust you, Life. This is the place from which I choose to operate, because when I do, I

Grasping Aparigraha

“Throughout college and my years in the army, I practiced racquetball in much of the same way I would later practice yoga: I made a study of it. Toward the end of this time I was watching two advanced players. The younger one was rushing about. The older one seemed to play with very little

Can we all just agree there’s no monopoly on suffering?

It’s become a pissing contest, particularly in American society, of who’s suffered more, of who’s endured the most trauma and lived to tell the tale. How often do we feel the spoken and unspoken question asked, “Who are you to suffer–who are you to cry trauma or claim hardship–when there’s x y and z happening

Lotus Flowers & Shit Days.

I woke up today with a sharp pain beneath my left shoulder blade, so intense it takes my breath away. I know this pain well–it’s been visiting from time to time since I was 20–residual from a bad car accident years ago. I breathe through the spasms and continue about my morning, stopping first at

The Love Languages of Giving and Receiving.

My love language for giving is speech. My heart most naturally flows from my body in the form of words and the way it shows up in the world tangibly is through writing and in yoga. When I teach yoga I speak rather than show–I prefer verbal adjustments over physical (largely out of practicality because

The underrated simple joys of living.

“We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.”  – E.B. White A handful of simple tasks that I would normally complain about back home, but I’ve found during my time here in Coromandel to bring inexplicable joy: Hanging freshly washed laundry

Solo Travel: The Antidote for Codependence

Solo travel is, at it’s core, selfish. Not in a negative way, just in an it-is-what-it-is kind of way. If that’s too hard a semantics pill for you to swallow then feel free to use the term self-oriented–it’s all the same to me. I’m living in a sustainable community on the Coromandel peninsula at the moment–my second

Un-becoming a human-doing.

I’ve just arrived to Mana Yoga Retreat Center where I’ll be spending the next month working & playing & resting & learning & connecting & practicing, but mostly resting. I settled into my first of many New Zealand homes here in the Manaia hills and I felt this unshakable sense of restlessness. I wracked my