Y'all, there's something about a new year, a new semester, a new beginning... So much potential awaits. Whether you've been practicing for a few months or many years, thanks for continuing to show up and keep going 💖 And if you've yet to

As Winter Solstice approaches, I've been slowing way down. Washing dishes in silence. More moving intentionally, moving slowly. Less rushing and bustling about. Relishing the moments where externally it appears that I'm waiting... in line at the grocery store... waiting... as children get ready to leave

"Every day." As my teacher walked past me in a room of 25+ students, hovering overhead for a mere moment, she looked in my eyes and this is all she said. Every Day. As I lay on a that bolster... adjusting and adjusting again... coming in and out

8 week Pelvic Floor Health Course Fridays 12-1:15pm October 17 - December 12 (no class 11/28) Register here Whether you've just been out here dancing with gravity for a few decades OR you're 3 months, 3 years, or 3 decades postpartum, the health of

here I am. Day 32. Still practicing the virasana cycle. Some days I open up with Supta Virasana. Some days I settle forward with lots of support (like the pic above). And some days I move through all the phases of the cycle: back, forward, and upright in the middle.

Today, I'm returning to Vīrāsana School. The cycle includes 3 poses: * Vīrāsana * Supta Vīrāsana * and Adho Mukha Vīrāsana In some ways, these poses are a mystery to me. They hold much unknown wisdom in my body. My feet, ankles, knees,

Today while in class, I felt like I was learning to stand again. Working with poses and actions I've done before. But something has changed. At one point, we we're standing on one leg, and several actions I've worked with for years started to

Class is a super fun place to learn. And practice is a magical place to explore. What's the difference between learning and exploring? Learning feels like knowledge set forth by an external guide. A teacher, a book, a podcast, a post, a video. Beautiful. Needed. Love it. Exploring

both air conditioners stopped spinning the wind settled for a moment and the only sound of warmed rain water running from the spigot filling the watering can no sway of the motherwort stalks no rustle of the raspberry leaves no waving of rhubarb a stillness in an abundance of green

The outer shell was that dark dark blue, the one we imagine the night sky to be. Made out of heavyweight cardboard and covered in stars. And when you held it up to a bright window or light and turned the short cylinder at the end, patterns would take shape

an ending dissolves what is as a beginning takes its first breath in the middle of infinite ongoing cycles of death and birth (re)birth and death i feel my feet, the cold ground touches my sole soul sol and what's here? waiting for me... love begin again

hello from the other side