After two hospital births and 12 years, despite an IUD and in the midst of a pandemic...I finally got the homebirth I’d always dreamed of…

According to the 8 Limb Path outlined in Patañjali Yogasūtra, practicing gratitude is a key ingredient to health and happiness. The Sanskrit word for this attitude of contentment is: santosha.

I see it all the time: A room full of people of various ages with different bodies, levels of experience and goals all doing the same movements at the same pace. What’s wrong with that? You may be wondering.

My love for the Yoga Sutras has grown over the years as I implement the wisdom into my daily life and witness suffering be replaced with joy! If you’re a student or teacher of Yoga and you have yet to fall in love with this text, hold on to your horses ‘cause this stuff’s good!

I’m celebrating my lazy days…the days where I prioritize BEING over DOING. The days of conserving energy rather than expending it. The days when “nothing gets done.” Because these are the days that I indulge in the pleasure of being alive!

Watching the person you love experience unimaginable pain feels utterly hopeless. I wish there were the “right words” to say to lighten the burden of acute grief, but there are no such words.

The theme of my pregnancy & birth experience with second born was: trust. At my 30 week ultrasound, we received unsettling news: Ginny was diagnosed with IUGR (intrauterine growth restriction).

The story of Ginny’s fierce & serene birth begins before conception. My (now) husband Dan & I’d already been a family for 4 years, joyfully raising our daughter Thea who (in Dan’s words) he didn’t “build”…

I first noticed signs of mental illness as a teen. My emotional outbursts & instability began to affect my relationships and ability to preform my responsibilities as a student and an employee.

I’m scared & that’s okay. My Yoga practice has taught me how to hold two opposing things at the same time.