A privileged heterosexual middle-class skinny white woman’s honest un-polished real-time experience of inclusivity training – Part One.

I’m doing an “inclusivity training for yoga” right now, because Bhav Brigade is a nonprofit yoga platform built on the tenets of accessibility and inclusivity and as it’s co-founder (one that happens to be all the things we tend to welcome in with open arms as a society) it’s important that I walk the talk.

My doctor’s love is important to me, but he does not know.

“My doctor’s love is as important to me as his chemotherapy, but he does not know.” I read this sentence and tears roll down my cheeks. I am alone on a hilltop somewhere without a name in New Zealand and the sun is out and everything is idyllic but I am weeping. This sentence hits

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

Brief Thoughts on the Current Status of America

I don’t think I’m allowed To kill something Because I am frightened.   I am pro-Black Lives Matter. I’m also pro-police. I’m also pro-let’s stop fucking killing each other.   And then there’s this, possibly the best explanation on the Black Lives Matter versus All Lives Matter movement I’ve encountered yet: “In Florida, panthers are

An Open Letter to Human Beings Everywhere, in the Wake of Tragedy.

This past week has been a tough one for our country–one of the toughest yet. We experienced one of the largest mass shootings in our nation’s history, multiple other smaller shootings no less filled with hate, and the unexpected and gruesome death of a child. Whenever something horrific happens, we have this instinctive urge to

Loving What Is By Loving What’s Come Before.

I can’t say this better, so I won’t. The details of childhood experiences aren’t mine, but the imprints are the same. The triggers are different, but the struggles are universal. “I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m broken. Not in a sad way, just in an it-is-what-it-is kind of way. Life happened and

The Week of Everything.

I haven’t been writing much lately, because the requirement for living this week hasn’t left space for anything else.  I spent the weekend at Swami Satchidananda’s Ashram in Yogaville with my teacher Logan’s teacher Lisa. I’ve been missing Logan so much since she left for California and felt so much of her with us this weekend. Logan

Bring Your Whole Self to the Party.

Tell us your tales but don’t leave out the heartbreak because we suffer it too. Everyone wants to know that they are not alone. Everyone wants to know that something, someone or some energy is out there waiting to receive them exactly as they are. You have this ability with you now. I suggest that