I love annual performance evaluations. No really. And maybe you should too?

Time is a construct, as are money and gender and race. But we must remember that none of it is real.

As I move through familiar shapes — salabhasana, virabhadrasana, bakasana — it is like returning after a long journey.

This world is so beautiful. We too can be just like that.

It is incredibly hard to be fully aligned. The issue is looking for others to change before we do it ourselves.

Shoulders are the most flexible joint in our already complex bodies. There is a parallel with our lives generally.

Human collectives are messy, no matter the purpose. Whether it is a collective, a company, a country, or a coven, the larger the messier.

As it happens, I don’t always need to move slowly, I just need to move at the speed of my presence. There is a difference. And maybe, just maybe, that difference is yoga.

Plans can change. Wet clothes can dry. Love is the constant.

Efficiency, as it happens is not an indicator of joy and not even always a net positive. Efficiency in one can lead to inefficiency in the whole.

It is not a coincidence that when I am distracted and stressed, and therefore need the centering that comes with meditation, I find it hard to actually close my eyes.

I mourn the imminent shift in my daily routine. Re-finding balance will require flexing muscles I might not know I had.

I miss many things about Brooklyn, but they are not really about the place.

We all have the capacity to love, and it starts by loving ourselves enough to recognize where we contribute to suffering and harm.

There can be no group-think when you truly enter yourself.

The way out of here, paraphrasing Rabbi Tarfon, says: the enormity of this work is not the point.

This past Saturday, I did something I have never done before. I truly respected the boundaries of my body.

It is not insane to demand peace, to insist on our joint humanity, to posit the possibility of love.

I did the research. I know.

When do routines become a cop-out, a way to avoid engaging with life?