You can carry your burden as a weight or think of it as part of the dance, part of the muck you push into the reach towards the sky. Your choice.

Yoga is a lot of things. But breath is core to pretty much all of them.

We are, all of us, good people and we all could do better. The true test is in the trying.

Non-stealing is not just about not shop-lifting or not taking credit for someone else’s work (though: don’t do that).

Yoga is about finding into the “you” that is universal and unique, all at once. Meeting the self where it is.

It is particularly hard to insist on the intangible things I need. But those things are where life and joy reside.

Whether in the context of formal education or organized religion, questions are more important than answers.

And being really (really) proud I dared to try.

Balance is elusive. But awareness can last a long, long time.

Despite our history, despite ourselves, we can’t help it: we are love.

Sometimes, it takes finding just the right place. Sometimes, it’s more immediate. But always, the breath is there for me.

If you don’t know where you are, how do you know the route to where you want to be?

This time of year is particularly frazzled. And I find I need grounding.

I teach with that in mind. You’ll let me know if I succeed.

I enjoy a six-pack as much as the next person. And also, that’s not where it’s at.

On some days, it feels almost impossible. But always it works.

Transitions take time. Sometimes I need to be reminded of that.

Staying grounded is harder than stretching your hamstrings. Trust.

Even phrased as a question, this sentence is hard to say out loud.

Because grief is what makes space for gratitude.