Hello, day.

Hello, day. This is how I start the day. Among my morning practices, it’s not even slightly the weirdest. But probably the one I’ve stuck with for the longest period of time. Each morning I take one sheet of paper and write about seven things. And then I...

Throw it in the pot.

This is a thing I picked up from Tapas about six years ago. It’s completely brilliant in a fractal flowers sort of way. The idea is this: Everything you’re choosing to do for yourself probably has some sort of purpose or intention. But don’t stop...

Thoughtful Bathrooms.

One day, in addition to the Playground, I will also run a yoga studio. A very unconventional yoga studio. There will be nap time and yoga nidra and old Turkish lady yoga, and plenty of Shiva Nata and related shivanautical goodness. And, of course, there will *not* be...
The Fluent Self