The grace of yoga

More than anything yoga, like grace, meets us where we’re at, but does not leave us where it found us.

yoga noobie.

When I was in college, I did yoga for the first time. I arrived at the local studio early, not sure what to expect. The door had a sign asking people to use noble silence as a class was being taught on the other side of the beautifully carved door. I wasn’t sure what noble…

oh. my. buddha.

Author’s note: This is part 1 of a series. It is based on my experiences and observations of Vipassana and does not encompass every aspect of the practice. It is not religious. It is solely reflective of me and my mind. That being said, it contains foul language and is slightly offensive. And by buddha…

got to jet.

as i waited to board the plane – the first of three in a 12-hour period – in the dingy, gray and dismal hall, I could see my breath as white as a ghost as I exhaled. I thought to myself, “the cold is almost behind you.” It wasn’t going to be long – 27…

the year of 26.

In October, I turned 26. As a way to fully shed the layer of dark toxins circling around me and swirling inside my mind and soul – I decided to enroll in a two-day detoxing yoga conference. Hosted in a hotel a town 15 minutes away from me, people came from across the border from…

the year of 25.

last year, i turned 25. 25 also happens to be my lucky number. so unlike most people my age, i was not afraid of the dreaded, quarter-life crisis. i was excited because the number 25 has done nothing in my life but bring me good fortune, and wonderful memories. well, despite having an amazing birthday…

call me crazy.

my story doesn’t start here. no, as a matter of fact, i would say the story started six months ago – but that also isn’t true. the truth is that this story began long before I ever realized it. but you’ll learn about that. for now, we’ll start here. in one month, i plan to…