Reach Inside, Not Out
Why I Love Privates
So it’s that time of year. The Xmas tree is shedding needles, or being packed away. The shiny new toys are broken or discarded. We are staring down the barrel of yet another year. And we think - “this one will be different”…
A Toast to the Tricky Times
I'm not a fan of big parties. Too many people = not enough quality time. Give me a long brunch with a girlfriend any day, and I know my tank will be full. There's something sacred in being with one person, which is why I'm a big fan of one-to-one yoga sessions. Here’s why…
“There’s No Weekend God” Sri Brahmananda Sarasvati
How good are the good times? They fill our cup with joy and hope and love. They give us respite and room to breathe and delight in the little things. But they are not useful in helping us understand who we are…
Wake Up, Sleeping Beauty. The Prince is the Present Moment
Understanding who you really are doesn’t mean living in a cave drinking smoothies. It doesn’t mean quitting your job, packing up your life, leaving your husband and kids and EatPrayLoving your way through India. Though I do frequently fantasize about such things.
“If you wanted it, you should have put a ring on it...” Queen B
Once upon a time there was a Princess. A jealous fairy cast a spell on her and she fell into a deep sleep. Many valiant princes tried to penetrate the thorny walls of the castle to wake her up. Alas, none of them succeeded, until... one day... a very steely, determined prince succeeded- and woke her with a kiss.
Multitasking: The Dis-EASE of Today
Commitment is hard. It’s reserved for those SCARY parts of life where there is NO GUARANTEE, no gold star, no promises, no rudder, no ladder to climb, no definite shiny happy Hollywood ending tied up in a bow.
Home is Where the Heart is
We’re so used to having several tabs open in our lives – on our computer screens, IPads, IPhones, tablets, and WE KNOW it drains their battery life. We know that! But god forbid we close one…I mean… WHAT IF WE NEED THEM OPEN AGAIN IN FIVE MINUTES…OR FIVE HOURS…OR FIVE YEARS.
Asana is a practice in IMperfection
A few nights ago I lay wide awake at 4am, feeling like something had to change. I couldn’t possibly live in our teeny tiny apartment a moment longer. We were tripping over each other. My testosterone-fuelled, ninja-loving five year old was bouncing off the walls. And so were my nerves.
Women in your 40s
Repeat after me: The asana practice is a practice in IMperfection. It is not a practice IN perfection. The asana practice is a practice in IMperfection. It is not a practice IN perfection.
As we stare down the barrel of another year, a familiar dread kicks in. As Soul 2 Soul said, we're “Back to life, back to reality”... And our reality is the juggle.