About yoga, life, and how hard it is to sit still.
Sometimes, what seems deeply unfair at the moment is the issue that matters the least.
When I miss home, I don’t miss a place, I miss a feeling.
If we focus on the good in us, we are it.
Not just to survive another day.
As a business, my yoga may not be successful. But as a process ….
In my experience, capitalism kills creativity. And yet…
Opening the heart requires strength, time, and trust.
If we feel the need to verify, how much trust is there? And if we don't verify, is there any accountability at all?
What are the limits of connection?
We can do this. We do it all the time.
Cognitive dissonance, healing trauma.
Maybe I’m a mermaid after all.
And yet I know we are in it, all of us, for better or worse
I have known since I was 3 years old.
Maybe we have empathy fatigue. Maybe we just need time to feel.
It’s hard to find that sweet spot ….
The reality is, change is constant in all of us. But do we see it?
I hope to rally my troops into one single movement: breath.
What if it’s not either but both?
