I’m unreasonably excited to be hosting this workshop and sharing some ayurvedic tips and tricks to THRIVE this winter. Hope to see you there!
I was deep in conversation with Vanessa yesterday. It’s hard to believe that two weeks ago, we were barefoot in the tropical sunshine, sipping at coconuts through straws, traipsing through
Thanksgiving is has come and gone, but I’m still finding new appreciation in a most unlikely place: my injured low back. I hurt myself in the silliest way possible: jumping
Thursday I came back home after spending 12 days in Costa Rica. It could’ve been the bitter Chicago wind, or glimpses of my own dusky shoulders in mirrors, or nibbles
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I’ve decided to turn this into a whole little series of posts: read the others here and here. This transition is always particularly rough on me, maybe because I thrive
Exercise. Ex. Er. Size. What is it about that word that just makes people cringe? I love to work out and move my body, but just hearing the word “exercise”
Yes, that’s my belly. Yes, it’s sick of the bullshit. It’s sick of hearing about what it should look like from billboards and magazines and commercials and my own stupid
The workshop was actually called Awakening the Power of Spirit: The Science of Tantra Yoga. Yeah, to me it was a Tantra Party. I’m sick as I write this, the Universe
If you know me at all, you’ll know that I am heavily influenced by what I see and read. The consummate Dabbler, I flit from interest to interest, becoming hugely immersed. Sometimes
I just returned last night from a glorious week in Arizona. To 30 degree, slush-filled Chicago streets. Moving on.
