There was a sunrise this morning, but no skyscrapers. The start of the day was still obscured from my view though; living on top of a hill has its perks, but not all of the time. There was also a man sitting in his car this morning, face illuminated from below by the blue expelled…
Marichasana D is my Nemisis
I know it's coming. This isn't like turbulence on a plane that can come out of nowhere, despite the pilot's pre-flight discussion of the air conditions and the weather. This isn't like the way the weather shifts and buckles in the summer or in the winter, tolerable one day, painful the next. This is always…
Air and Snow
I can’t write. I can’t sleep. There goes more of the wine, and some chocolate, and I’m surrounded by walls of boxes. Then I sleep. I sleep more deeply than I have in ages, but the dreams make no sense; I’m used to that, this week. I see ends and beginnings and snowfall piled high,…
Everyone Loves a Yoga Teacher
Everyone loves a yoga teacher, especially one decked out in lululemon because some of those clothes aren’t really made for practice; I can attest to that. Trying on top after top only to end up with a veritable assortment of sports bras better made for a kinky night in despite the company’s rather non-yogic vision…
Only Human
It was cold that evening and I remember how the body could flow, twist and bend - something that seemed to have been blanketed by an extreme chill tightness that settled deep into my legs and lower back. Veins and arteries had become frozen streams upon which fatigue and hopelessness would skate; fortunately the ice wasn't…
Walk the Line…Or Not
Ashtanga is a different journey everyday, although the path is the same, akin to my walk to the same studio, every morning. Yet there are nuances to this road, one day it rains and Washington Square Park has a dreary splendour, punctuated by residents walking their dogs and the occasional flash of color from a…
Yoga Teacher Training Week 4: Let it Go
Here' s my flip, succinct recap of yoga teacher training weeks 1, 2 and 3. I like to keep these posts lighthearted and as if I were talking to a friend. Because yes, I am taking this very seriously, but I also am remembering the joy in what I am doing and hope that it…
Yoga Teacher Training Week 3: Inverting and Philosophizing
It hit me, as I am about to enter Week Four of this teacher training program, that I only have seven weeks left. And as I view this news as utterly bonkers, so you are treated to a bonkers visual representation of this number. I don't know exactly what's supposed to happen to the average yoga…
Yoga Teacher Training Week 2 Part II: The Shoulder
Everyone has a favorite joint, what's yours? I must admit, I am not a fan of the feet. Granted, my sense of balance has improved tenfold - or I'm just taking the train sober more these days - thanks to yoga, but I am still not a fan. This isn't anything phobic, rather, I had…
Yoga Teacher Training Week 2 Part I: Structure
In a previous life, I wanted to be an actress. I wanted to shine on Broadway, recite Shakespeare with the best of them, and just act. In another iteration of my current existence - potentially imaginary - I wanted to be an architect. I wanted to created order, neat lines, and building designs. I wanted…
Time's Thievish Progress 