Today, I am Grateful

Today, I am grateful. I’m grateful for things, both big and small, that have led me to where I stand today. I’m grateful for the tiny blessings I’m constantly witness to- the sunrises in the morning where the moon still lingers in the sky, the handwritten notes left for people to find, the purring of…

Modifying Your Yoga Practice

Anytime you hit the mat, you should feel comfortable making your practice your own. Modifying poses or using props are always options to take your practice where it needs to go- whether that means pushing a little deeper or taking a step back when your body needs it. Sometimes, however, it can be difficult to…

Authenticity

A few days ago, I got my senior portraits back, and I shared this picture on my Facebook page: I threw up the picture with a quick caption that read, “Yoga bun, tan lines, no makeup. Authentic?” The post was met with comments that were not only incredibly sweet and complimentary (it really helps to be…

Core Values

My life seems to run in themes. I think it’s the universe trying to send me a message. As certain things pop up over and over again in my life, I’m forced to suddenly pay attention. Last year, during the beginning of my teacher training, my whole school curriculum seemed to suddenly align with yoga….

Hair

I was going through some old files recently, and stumbled upon a piece of writing accompanied with a picture of my hair, dated October 2013. This is my hair four months before I was hospitalized. It was already starting to fall out in clumps that clogged my shower drain and got between my sheets and managed…

Yogi Recipes: Soup Season

It feels like mother nature finally woke up one morning and realized, “Hey, it’s supposed to be fall.” Here in California, we’ve been stuck in summer until just this past week, and as much as I love warm weather, I’m craving all the cozy things that come with autumn- like fuzzy sweaters, hot tea, and…

People Are Talking About Eating Disorders

For a long time, eating disorders were not something to be open about. They were dirty secrets scribbled down in diaries and spoken about behind locked doors. They were whispered confessions and neighborhood gossip. They were ugly and hidden from view because they don’t fit into anyone’s ideal life. They were, and often still are,…