The guest, in Indian culture, is highly regarded and to the westerner receiving this level of attention and pampering could often prove to be uncomfortable. Today, more than twenty staff members, including doctors, yoga teachers, and chefs saw me off as Mr. Pramod, the driver who I got the privilege of driving with, picked me… Continue reading Mr. Pramod, My Bachelor Driver!
How lucky to be alive another year. The last year has been an introspective year where I have been deciding and discerning where to prioritize my energy and love. Instead of writing publicly for my blog, I have brought on a daily individual reading and writing practice. I have spent a lot of time learning,… Continue reading Birthday and Pride Donation Class at One Down Dog for LA LGBT Center – June 9, 2018
Not a yoga retreat, an experience.
ody policing and shaming has NO space in my classes nor at the places I choose to work. As someone who has worked for many years on making sure I get to a place of physical, emotional and mental well-being, triggers of fat shaming especially do not serve me. To be able to accept the beauty that is me and the “enoughness” that is me requires that I stay grounded around people and communities who do the same. In a city that generally does otherwise, find a space that values you as you. So friends, as you step into your new year routine, remember that you are beautiful the way you are. You are enough the way you are. You are welcome to my classes the way you are. May this year be one of authenticity, joy and grounding for us all.
Today is the last day of my anatomy class and this is an image of my cervical spine. The reason why I began a yoga practice 15 years ago are many. One of them was due to severe pain in my neck. The memory of this pain goes to a time where I don’t even… Continue reading You Have a Good Head On Your Shoulders
took a little break from technology as I wanted to understand better my relationship to social media use. This came about through meditation, surely. It was a necessary break from constantly having the urge to create and share.
When I left this place about three years ago, it felt like I was not only divorcing my former partner but also the city. At least with my partner the signing of the divorce papers gave some sort of closure. But, even then, let’s be real, no signature gives closure to emotions and years of love and cohabitation.