Prana, the Breath of Creation

I’m at the grocery store in my three day old sweats, caked in foodstuffs, kid snot, and general filth. My toddler, Ray, drops his granola bar. I wait for the lady oogling him to move on so that I can pick it up off the floor and hand it back to him, COVID or no…

Agni: Fire in the Belly

I am a total pyro. I’m mesmerized by flames, and notorious amongst friends and family for being the insatiable feeder of the fire. At a lake shore cabin, I built and enormous bonfire while everyone was boating. From their spot on the lake, the boaters were shocked and concerned at the sheer size of the…

Spring Reboot: Kapha Season

I love a good “new start”. I love New Years resolutions and the promise that they bring. I have not, however, kept any New Years Resolutions. Not ever. This year, I made one (one!) and I broke it on January 1st. I think that I rebel against the pressure. With a toddler, this is a…

Ojas, AKA Mojo Juice

She has that “glow”. A friend shared a video of her wedding night with me (don’t worry, the groom is in the background, passed out in his three piece suit, dapper even in sleep). She is incandescent. Radiant with joy. Even via screen, she is clearly saturated with ojas (the body’s “natural honey”). There are…

Agent P.O.O.P

Lets move from the esoteric world of the gunas to something a little more concrete. Something we (hopefully) do every day. Agent P-double- O-P waits for no man. I pay good money to see my Ayurvedic practitioner. And all he wants to talk about is how much I poop. “Let’s get you pooping”. He’s not…

Love Your Body Larry

My toddler walks around with the best body alignment; I constantly marvel at it from my hunched over position. His shoulders are back, hips in line, confidently strutting. He, along with many babes, enjoys his physicality. He walks around proud, steady, and vibrantly strong, his body aligned under him (with frequent losses of balance as…

Oil Self-Massage (Abhyanga)

Massage has historically not been my thing. I have gotten a professional massage about twice in my life, and I hated it. They did it too hard (despite constant pleas to ease up) and talked to me the whole time, so I had to engage instead of relax. I have sharp words for anyone who…

Balance Amid Busy

As I’m rushing out to the grocery store at 9 PM on a Monday, my 11 year-old, up in his bed, has big ‘ol tears in his eyes, a rare-ish phenomenon these days. We have barely seen each other for four days (I was working), and he looks so forlorn that I almost sob. I…