And being really (really) proud I dared to try.

Balance is elusive. But awareness can last a long, long time.

Despite our history, despite ourselves, we can’t help it: we are love.

Sometimes, it takes finding just the right place. Sometimes, it’s more immediate. But always, the breath is there for me.

If you don’t know where you are, how do you know the route to where you want to be?

This time of year is particularly frazzled. And I find I need grounding.

I teach with that in mind. You’ll let me know if I succeed.

I enjoy a six-pack as much as the next person. And also, that’s not where it’s at.

On some days, it feels almost impossible. But always it works.

Transitions take time. Sometimes I need to be reminded of that.

Staying grounded is harder than stretching your hamstrings. Trust.

Even phrased as a question, this sentence is hard to say out loud.

Because grief is what makes space for gratitude.

It’s not really the pose, it’s how to get there.

Life takes conviction. And bread.

Nothing is a panacea. But at times Yes is all it takes.

Life is a journey? For real?

Sometimes, it’s about starting over.

Time to make space, time to think with our full selves, time to be.

This kind of cognitive wallpaper takes time to develop.