My Yoga Journey

I found yoga, as many do, without really looking for it. My mom dragged me to a few classes with her while I was in high school, partly for company and partly with the hopes that something, anything would calm me down. Growing up I was tightly-wound, persistently restless, hopelessly perfectionistic, impulsive and strong-spirited to the

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

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

How Breakdowns Yield Awakenings.

The utility of a breakdown lies in the simple fact that, by becoming unraveled, we’re able to see what was holding us together–what view points we clung to, what assumptions we made of the world, what defenses we hid behind, what patterns we chained ourselves to, what crutches we relied upon, what insecurities we compensated for. When