Rumi Playlist
Coat zipped up, hat on, fingers gloved, and backpack placed squarely on my shoulders. White headphones insert, filling the open space of my ears, and I press play as I lock the door of my home and walk...
View ArticleThe Compassion Course
“How do you let go?” Tears stream down my face, as I sit on the cushion in front of Ryushin Sensei, the Abbott of the Zen Mountain Monastery, any last illusion of keeping it together completely...
View ArticleA Guide To Winter Warmth
Baby, it’s cold outside. The subways, so quiet these January mornings, as coats stayed zipped tight and people huddle over their books and phones. We move collectively through the tunnels, wanting to...
View ArticleWashing The Elephant
“Isn’t it always the heart that wants to wash the elephant, begging the body to do it with soap and water, a ladder, hands, in tree shades big enough for the vast savannas of your sadness, the...
View ArticleHalf Day to Whole
I arrive early, the MTA surprisingly quick for a weekend, whisking me from Queens to Brooklyn through long tunnels on steel wheels. The first to arrive at the temple, I sign in, and walk up the wooden...
View ArticleThe F Word
It’s there, but not in the four lettered iteration you think. It’s actually uttered and thrown from mouth to mouth, scattered like autumn leaves and placed on bright pillows in deep hopes of...
View ArticleThe Dance
I am beyond honored this week to have the beautiful and glorious Rachel Bennett of Rachel Bennett Yoga as the Guest Writer. Rachel is a dancer who teaches private yoga and meditation in NYC and is a...
View ArticleThe Creative Thread
I quickly throw down my yoga mat in the front row, having just made it in time for class. With the best intentions to arrive early, the NYC subway had other ideas. Facing my teacher Ali, I sit elevated...
View ArticleWild Grass
Right hand on the barre, I lift my leg into passé, placing my ribs over my hips, and sending energy down my supporting leg. I fix my gaze in front of me, and exhale. I gently bring my right arm to meet...
View ArticleCourageous Art
In August I had the extreme honor to be interviewed by the phenomenal artist, Barbara Ferrier. She had painted my portrait for her empowering ongoing collection, The Courageous Woman Project. “This...
View ArticleExpectation Hangover
“Is this it?” my father said. My heart sank. I’m at Machu Picchu. This is the moment I have been waiting for, one of the places on my bucket list. My father’s words ringing in my ears, I wanted to...
View ArticleReds, Oranges and Yellows
The day before Thanksgiving. The day before my whole life changed. I’m pushing a full cart around Whole Foods in Salt Lake City, Utah. I’ve just finished a full day of rehearsal for A Christmas Carol,...
View ArticleThe Zen of Art
My alarm goes off and I can feel with my whole body, I didn’t get enough sleep. A slight panic starts to rise because I really needed to get quality sleep for today. Somehow, everything is just taking...
View ArticleWashing The Elephant
“Isn’t it always the heart that wants to wash the elephant, begging the body to do it with soap and water, a ladder, hands, in tree shades big enough for the vast savannas of your sadness, the...
View ArticleHalf Day to Whole
I arrive early, the MTA surprisingly quick for a weekend, whisking me from Queens to Brooklyn through long tunnels on steel wheels. The first to arrive at the temple, I sign in, and walk up the wooden...
View ArticleThe F Word
It’s there, but not in the four lettered iteration you think. It’s actually uttered and thrown from mouth to mouth, scattered like autumn leaves and placed on bright pillows in deep hopes of...
View ArticleThe Dance
I am beyond honored this week to have the beautiful and glorious Rachel Bennett of Rachel Bennett Yoga as the Guest Writer. Rachel is a dancer who teaches private yoga and meditation in NYC and is a...
View ArticleThe Creative Thread
I quickly throw down my yoga mat in the front row, having just made it in time for class. With the best intentions to arrive early, the NYC subway had other ideas. Facing my teacher Ali, I sit elevated...
View ArticleWild Grass
Right hand on the barre, I lift my leg into passé, placing my ribs over my hips, and sending energy down my supporting leg. I fix my gaze in front of me, and exhale. I gently bring my right arm to meet...
View ArticleCourageous Art
In August I had the extreme honor to be interviewed by the phenomenal artist, Barbara Ferrier. She had painted my portrait for her empowering ongoing collection, The Courageous Woman Project. “This...
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