If you’re going to be a yoga teacher, you have to be in this business for a whole other reason. You have to see it as community service— a gift you give to people you love and value and respect.
Inspired By In August
We finished The Bear on Hulu. Such a great show. So sad it’s over. I anxiously wait for its return, but there is no set date. The writer’s strike will certainly hold it up. Fingers crossed it will return, though.
To Have A Friend Takes Time
To be friends with someone, I must admire something about them. I must want to be like them in some way. They must exhibit character traits I find fascinating —character traits I don’t have but want.
Barbie: Out of One Box, Into Another (Spoiler alert)
Getting a vagina definitely took Barbie out of her doll box, but then it put her back into an equally restrictive biological one.
Oliver Burkeman’s “Four Thousand Weeks” Cured My Time Stress
Since reading this book, I now try to think of my life as “doing time.” Not like a prisoner does time, but like an artist does art.
For The Win In Rehoboth Beach
I’m writing this post from my condo in Rehoboth Beach, DE. My family from Oregon is here, and so are the Bidens. It’sapparently the place to be the first week of August. My granddaughter has been killing it playing Muffin Pan Mania, a boardwalk game where you roll whiffle balls toward a grid of depressions … Continue reading For The Win In Rehoboth Beach
Inspired By In July
I am also inspired but more amused by a genre of Instagram content creators who do videos about cleaning since that’s what I have been doing for over a month. A guy irons his sheets on the bed, then spritzes his pillows. He is magnificent.
Seeing My House Through The Eyes Of My House Sitters
Will they appreciate my design choices? Will the house support the life they want to live when they’re here?
The Asana Trap: It’s Not About The Pose
We don’t practice yoga to get good at postures; we practice yoga to get good at life.
Airline Boarding Gates: Where Manners Go To Die
There was a father and daughter yelling at each other at my gate in Detroit. They were screaming, yelling, and airing deeply personal family grievances in front of six rows of weary passengers waiting to board a flight to Portland. It made me feel anxious because I had no idea if this was going to … Continue reading Airline Boarding Gates: Where Manners Go To Die
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