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

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