For almost two years I’ve been experiencing some form of pain weekly, often daily. I guess this fits the definition of ‘chronic pain.’ The sensation of pain feels more like a friend. In this case, it’s a pesky friend that reminds me the body I’m in is always changing, always aging, and needs tending to. 

I'm typing out this note with an unusual mixture of hope and dread coursing through my system. In Toronto, where I reside, the virus case numbers are spiking, leaving the house feels less and less easeful, and I'm saddled with the dread that my daughter may never return to in-person school for months. Yikes. It's...a lot.

I am a planner. Mid-summer, I get a surge of energy and insight as to what my work will look like across fall and winter. I spread out blank sheets of paper, jot down one month per sheet and build my calendar. I do all of this as though planning for the future is as easy as etching pen onto paper…

Patañjali’s system of knowledge teaches us that our words and actions, and the thoughts that preceded them, and the waves of perception that preceded those, are all born from the most subtle of seeds. These seeds, called sanskārs, get planted in the gardens of our minds through many things

It all begins with an idea.

The following is an email dialogue with a student after they experienced yoga nidra for the first time at my workshop. After some editing and finessing, what you read below is a ‘prettied up’ version of our exchange…

Change comes in varied forms, be it: self-generated, externally motivated, or the change we chalk up to magic or destiny. My most recent experience with change was of the self-created kind, with a hint of fate. It was the type of change I saw coming, the kind of change my ego thought it could prepare for…