Sometimes it’s hard to unravel a story of the present moment back in time to its “beginning,” and it seems that every beginning is simply the continuation of some previous moment or story, too. As I’ve pondered how to honor
I am sitting here on the ground surrounded by remnants of frayed rope. Hemp rope, rough and scratchy. My hands are red and burned, and my body is bruised. But the pain in my body is small right now, when
Lakshmi is one of the Hindu goddesses that I have always been strongly drawn to: she is the goddess of abundance, wealth, and generosity. I like to imagine her energy is like the bursting forth of life in springtime, the
After yesterday’s post about issues of integrity in the yoga industry, I was lucky enough to have someone share an article from the New York Times that reflects on a similar issue among writers, and that is equally relevant to
In 2012, I stepped into walking the path of my Dharma full time. Following my own deep inner guidance, my own powerful will and determination, and my understanding that devotion and intelligence would carry me through, I left behind doing
I’ve been drawn to sacred singing and music for some time but it remained a beautiful mystery to me, a magical gift that some amazing people on this planet are bestowed with, but which had been eluding me so far.
When I was about five years old, for a birthday I seem to recall, I received the best present ever: a bright red portable record player with a microphone attached. I was in love right away! I could play all
Springtime is here, and in the Washington, DC area, it is much warmer than usual in these waning winter days. The flowers are bursting out, and trees are popping out their fresh young leaves. I can see things growing by