Different Meditations, Different Brain Changes
A 9-month study of 300+ participants found that different meditation techniques produce distinct structural changes in different parts of the brain.
The AI Revolution Isn’t Taking Your Job. It’s Giving You Another One.
AI feels like empowerment, but it’s quietly turning us into our own accountants, lawyers, and help desks — unpaid.
Sourced, Not Sold
Slop sells a sourceless myth. I could have posted a warning — instead I built the humanities companion that hands you the real sources.
A Decade of Practice, Almost No Data: Closing the Explanation Gap
I ran a values audit on my own practice and didn’t like the decade of obedience I couldn’t explain. So instead of writing a post about agency, I built the controls. This is that story — Agentic Ashtanga.
The Sticky Moment
Why the hardest part of Ashtanga isn’t a pose, but the quiet shift from following instructions to actually inhabiting the practice.
Fifty-Two Percent No Longer Had PTSD
After 10 weeks of trauma-informed yoga, 52% of women with chronic treatment-resistant PTSD no longer met diagnostic criteria, versus 21% in the control group.
Shrinking the Fear Center
A study of over 15,000 people found that meditation and yoga practitioners had smaller right amygdala volume, the brain region tied to fear and negative emotions.
Paradise Is Just Having Enough
What if paradise isn’t abundance or success, but the quiet shock of realizing you only need a small, specific enough?
The Staircase, Not the Wall
Anyone can preach consistency. Instead I built it: one pose added each week, deep-linked to a Practice Recorder that logs what you actually did — and that you actually own.
Time Capsule Treasure Hunt
In the summer of 1996, my cousins and I buried a time capsule in my parents’ backyard. My mother is the oldest of seven sisters. Five of those six sisters got pregnant within about a year of each other. I was the only boy in that batch. Due to our close proximity in age—and one of my aunt’s early passing—we spent a lot of time together in the summers. I loved the summer. On the rural dirt roads and sandy private beaches of Colonial Beach, Virginia, for three months every year, I felt less like an only child and more like a sibling. I have brothers, but they were out of the house by the time I was ten. Colonial Beach gave me peers my…