Spent New Years with a crew of South Americans-- then hung out with some great Iranians. Man, I love world travel.

Jason and I have known each other since we were 18/19.
We closed down bars together, and eventually he opened one.
We are the people of DC. We ain't got no box to be put in.
We watched Annie Hall together on the national mall. We've had conversations about the literal sound of farting in yoga versus the not-flatulance-fart noise. I didn't know he was here... But I was not dead shocked to cross paths.
You can't make old friends.

My heart could burst -- a surprise from my soul sister -- you can't make old friends.

Such a beautiful day for primary outside.
Combining the forces of prana and apana in a dynamic way that brings a sense of grounding and stability in the moments of expansive heights. Playing with capacity, letting the buddy hum to the tune of "I am" and "I can".

In this life, I'm insanely lucky to be coming up on two and three decades of friendship with folks-- and these two have been my friends the very most longest, clocking in at 34 and counting. #cousins

Spent yesterday in the company of one of my best friends. School began for her this past week and she's on the grind-- school work, break ups, extended travel, etc etc etc. Interspersed inside the silence of our mutual responsibilities were fleeting moments of direct connection, bookended by hearty conversation. It was rad. I skipped the gym 😉

Spent yesterday in the company of one of my best friends. School began for her this past week and she's on the gri…

My friends have superpowers. Tara can will emotion through the power of her voice. Evocative. @tara_lizbeth blows me away... Consider joining the Mt Pleasant Christnas Chorus to have a space to use yours!! Spent yesterday at a fabulous Jazz and Funk flavored concert in the charming hamlet of Mt Pleasant. Thanls to Frankojazz for putting it together.

Transitions mean change. Change has an inheritant taste of death to it, and death is scary.
I have historicaly been guiled by the idea of the encroach of Winter. It means the death of my favorite, Summer. Bribed by Halloween and all things pumpkin, I still don't much like putting away my tank tops and finding long sleeves.
This fall, I'm trying to change my tune. We like the idea of transforming into something better/stronger/wiser-- and transformation IS change. In my life, I don't want to be averse to change, Autumn or otherwise. It's an ignorance, to think things aren't always changing. Yoga practice is designed to free up that baggage.
In the Equinox, I practiced by the pool at @vidafitnessdc on U Street where I teach two new classes. I see in the eyes of practitioners a certain kind of hesitation and dare I say distrust at this new class, in me a new teacher, to them. I get it... I teach a practice that asks of them a real attention and effort. It is precisely so potent because of that. It's also sometimes scary to get a real, sober look at the churning of the mind.
It pings me strongly, as I feel a current kind of way about the transition of seasons and see inside of them an analog to me. I want these folks who turn up to trust me, to give potent and authentic practice a real go. But I know it requires time and attention. As I told my friend @mbwould-- "You can't hatefuck someone into trusting you." What to do? I'm gonna give fall a real chance. On my end, its the same as for them. These aspirants and I have a similar working schema:
1) Show up.
2) Pay attention.
3) Be willing to feel.
4) Be willing to try.
5) Be willing to not know.
7) BE WILLING TO LAUGH.
8) Be willing to try again.
Yesterday, I tried to welcome change. I went into the old street car station in Dupont and did a gong bath with @takefivemeditation -- letting the waves wash over me. Old ideas, can't force them away, but I can soften my grip. I can show up and look where I fight change. Maybe I can see things as they are, maybe I can lead by example. Change happens. But it doesn't have to happen violently.

Seven years ago, my friends and I won a cow for our exploits at the cave man Olympics. I was getting into the "best shape of my life" -- I look back at these times incredibly fondly -- the resilience, determination, and unfuckwithableness I gleaned in that time has proved invaluable as I continue to grow in my inner and outer fitness.

I owe my friends all the thanks: @pamelaxing for the face, @yoantoine for the wig, @mbwrld and @jrene01 for the dr…

I owe my friends all the thanks: @pamelaxing for the face, @yoantoine for the wig, @mbwrld and @jrene01 for the dress. @kayemjay1000 for being just the best date a gal could ask for. Most of all @dfburke3 for his work for #MAMP