A voyage through April.

It is very much April, and I am noticing-feeling different things at once about my relationship to this month right now. A part of me that wants to pause (paws!) and acknowledge the movement: here we are. April. The part of me that wants to press pause on this...

Long, Slow & Deep

This would be about eight or nine years ago. I’m not sure exactly — time is being slippery that way. I worked as a yoga teacher in a studio in a northern suburb of Tel Aviv. The studio occasionally sponsored workshops by various famous teachers, and this...

Like dogs and like children.

One of the best things that happened to me in Taos was meeting Joseph. Joseph was oh, probably eight years old. And a wild towheaded cutie. We sat near each other in a restaurant one early evening and became … co-conspirators of sorts. He had superpowers and I...
The Fluent Self