However, this past week, I came to the realization that I have stopped writing. I realized that negative thoughts have been coming up more during last 3 months, as doubt and uncertainty plague my mind. Important life decisions, choices, rejections and LIFE have numbed me from functioning at my best.
What do you get when you mix a 2 hour back bend workshop, teaching a powerful beginner’s class inspired by said workshop right after, winding down fromchaos of the week with a glass or three of red wine, and old episodes of Grey’s Anatomy? Well here’s the answer: a good old cry. Leading up to yesterday was… Continue reading A Little Back Bend Hurt No Body
Anxiety is all too common of a denominator in human beings.Well, guess what? Your yoga teacher is also human.
“I’m not even going to lie to you, I’m checking myself into jail right now” said she. I’m not even going to lie to you, pride and ego aside, I’ve decided to drive for Lyft (and happily doing so) to get back on my feet after my four month (not so cheap) journey. In an… Continue reading LYFT Confessions: You’re in Jail in Your Own Mind
Click here for Part I I said my final goodbyes to Irina, her husband Stepan and their good friend Armen. When you’re with your backpack, hellos and goodbyes become the norm. However, the blue sunny skies greeting me already foreshadowed what was to be a smooth, beautiful and crisp sunny day. Irina from… Continue reading Armenia Part II: Journey Getting In and Out of Gyumri
When we decided to take the hike to beautiful Preikestolen, my friends and I knew that the well placed signage and semi challenging but not impossible trail would get us up to a magical and serene vantage point. Enough research had been done. What we didn’t know was the emotions that would be stirred… Continue reading Unfearful of Death; Unfearful of Living.
My head was tilted at a 45 degree angle towards the rear of the barber’s chair, while the freshly placed razor was all ready to do its deed. The Algerian man slightly brought my head closer to the headrest, feeling the tension in my body as he slid the razor in a northerly fashion from the bottom of… Continue reading Trusting the Sharp Razor and the Barber Who Held It