For the last two years, I have written an annual post around Thanksgiving about the things for which I’m grateful. While there are so many things for which I’m thankful, it can be a little challenging to come up with something new, or a new way of looking at the…
As I started my initial post draft, I had one weekend left of 200 hour teacher training. One. Where did the time go? Twelve scheduled weekends out of the course of one year – 52 weeks – may not seem like much, but it is so much more than that.…
Sauca, translated as cleanliness, is one of the five niyamas, the second of the eight limbs of yoga and part of an ethical philosophy of living. The translation itself makes me think of the saying “a place for everything and everything in its place.” I think of dusted bookshelves, a…
Years ago, while I lived in DC, I had the opportunity to study Indonesian. And while now I may not be able to carry on much of a conversation, I remember the difference between two words when answering a question in the negative: tidak and belum. Tidak meant no, and…
Last weekend the images and the news commentary relaying the effects of Hurricane Harvey was difficult to watch. But I continued to follow the events each day and learn more and more about happened to our fellow cities on the Gulf. What has come from that – an outpouring of…
It’s August. Which means at the end of this month this year, like so many others, I’m going back to school. After a fashion. I’ll go back to my 200-hour teacher training studio, though with a summer full of classes and study groups, it’s not like I ever left. My…