THE TRUTH IS HARD TO SWALLOW WHEN YOU’RE CHOKING ON YOUR PRIDE A pretty bold sentiment– but, at the core of yoga is an aim to see the world as it actually is: unfettered by illusions and delusions. Raw. Real. Sometimes we want to cling to our precious illusions because we like them. Those can…
💪🏻💀The body is a phenomenal tool for understanding the phenomenal world. Just as gravity and relativity help us explain and predict, so too can our bodies do the same for our individual relationship with the here and now. 🤸♀️💪🏻Am I breathing? How am I balancing? 🥗I shared falafel with three French woman this evening —…
🚥What should be abolished must first be cherished. —Tao Te Ching chapter 36 🚥 Before I left to study with my teacher in Goa, a student of mine at @dcashtanga asked me what to do when practice begins to feel like a chore. Ugggh. Anyone who’s practiced anything for a long freaking time knows this…
🔮Ready for some woo-woo??? 🔮 I have a few friends from DC visiting an #ashtanga retreat center in Goa. Taking a visit to #arambol (a bit of a hike from the retreatcenter) they took a 🎥of this rad #tightrope walker — thinking of me and my love for the weird, they posted the clip on…
ââ¦I must confess that I am not afraid of the word âtension.â â¦there is a type of constructive nonviolent tension that is necessary for growth. Just as Socrates felt that it was necessary to create a tension in the mind so that individuals could rise from the bondage of myths and half-truths to the unfettered…
Listening to Chaka Kahn’s album “I Feel For You” and getting my life.
At #DCAshtanga, we value cultural exchange, and denounce bigotry and oppression of all stripes. Here I️ am doing forest yoga, not to be confused with Forrest Yoga. Did you know we have the best landlady— @gratefulweirdo who owns and operates @kaliyog…
At #DCAshtanga, we value cultural exchange, and denounce bigotry, appropriation, and oppression of all stripes. Here 👁 am doing forest yoga, not to be confused with Forrest Yoga. You’ll note I’m doing my Ashtanga practice in the forest (which is not Mysore style, it’s just ashtanga, since Mysore is what you call it when it’s…
Even as she molded this flesh like clay, she knew it wasn’t hers. The parts of me that stuck to her were as happenstance and inevitable as the parts of her that stuck to me. She was not god, not molding me in her image, but wanting only for me to find mine. And to…
I learned to pretend to be a cat my first day of yoga. I didn’t want to be called a cow. So funny how my sweet little ego bristled when confronted with something that sounded to it like a pejorative! As though our identity couldn’t be anything we willed it to be? He hurt so…