ever seeking a right-fit life
Every now and then, I'll come across something I wrote several years ago. Sometimes the encounter is painful as I exhume forgotten memories. Other times, the words I read don't feel like my own, but rather those of someone with far more wisdom. Four years ago, I wrote about my attempt to restart yoga before... Continue Reading →
As flat palms and extended fingers are pressed into an assortment of mats and as shins are carefully balanced on triceps, I remain crumpled at angles—tiny grid marks forming on my forehead as the smell of 5-year-old rubber wafts up my nose, trying to steal my attention. I am learning, ever so slowly, to listen... Continue Reading →
This weekend, I attended a yoga class for the first time in several months. Over the course of those 90 minutes, I felt as if I came back to myself. After thirteen months of feeling weak, incapable, and out-of-touch with my heart, I slowly sank back into myself with each stretch. The experienced teacher led... Continue Reading →
I began yoga at age 19 after a car accident caused some damage to the muscles around my scapula. After a year of physical therapy did nothing to resolve the muscle weakness, my mom suggested we try yoga. I reluctantly agreed. Together, we attended private lessons, where the instructor worked with our unique bodies and structural... Continue Reading →
My favorite flower is the tulip. I love the full leaves, delicate petals, and sharing the story of the 17th century tulip mania. While a rose is the overpriced go-to, the peony signifies structured elegance, and succulents are the latest trend, the tulip flops around imperfectly in search of the light. The tulip opens and... Continue Reading →
existential ergonomics 