Our time here is finite. But is it also clearly defined.

I lost a loving presence in my life. But then …

Productivity is not always productive

Presence is always the goal

None of us knows how long we have: in this city, this home, this life.

Until this past week, I hadn’t run at all, not even after the bus, for the past 8 years.

Over the years, I have often felt the presence of something I later came to think of as God. But how could you ever know?

All I ever wanted to be was myself. Why did that take so much work?

What happens when you stop?

We are all somewhere on a spectrum from dirt poor to Epstein-level unethical.

The year ahead will be filled with seismic shifts. I don’t know if I am ready.

In which I struggle to hold onto who I have chosen to become.

This is my intention for the year: presence.

Where does love go, when it goes away?

We, none of us, chose where we were born.

Belonging is not about possession. That is the hardest part.

Anchoring myself in a place through movement is not nothing. It took me a while to figure out that it is, in fact, yoga.

Our nervous systems were never meant to know about suffering halfway across the globe.

I have learned to ask for what I need. I have not yet learned to not feel silly or rude.

Our imaginations have to stay larger than reality. And yet, I long for certainty and calm.