It feels like excavation. The kind that reveals roots you forgot were there. The old stories beneath the old stories. The places where fear and self abandonment disguised itself as responsibility.

Before last weekend’s No Kings Protest, I started seeing the usual wave of negativity that has continued throughout the week — folks mocking those who showed up, insisting the whole thing was pointless because “we don’t even have kings in the U.S.” And honestly? To me, those comments make it painfully clear how many people still don’t understand why we protest at all — peacefully or otherwise. So I want to share my thoughts from the perspective of...

Spring Equinox Blessings 🌸 May each breath fill your lungs with new life, bringing you gently into the present moment— awakening your sense

People often ask me why I teach yoga. It isn’t always immediately obvious …