Banana Bread Chia and Chickpea Flour Pancakes + Some Dawn Poetry

Banana Bread Chia and Chickpea Flour Pancakes + Some Dawn Poetry

Some Poetry for Dawn. Wake up just a notch earlier on the clock, and the mist in the distant hills will tell you what you’ve been missing. Lavender light spanning the spectrum of sky until it becomes orange and bright. Birds feeding on the terrace ledge, fighting for bread kernels you left out the night before.
The self-given gift of slowly moving limbs, stretching and creaking awake, instead of flailing in a rush out the door. And quiet. Think of the quiet you’ve been missing.

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Super Cozy Spiced Sweet Potato Lentil Stew

Super Cozy Spiced Sweet Potato Lentil Stew

This coming week is slightly daunting, to say the least. I have 5 yoga classes to teach, 4 contemporary dance, 3 barre classes, and 2 substitute ballet gigs for kids. It’s a whirlwind of class planning, choreography, creating perfectly timed playlists and above all, trying to keep myself solidly grounded during the 6-day storm. At the conservatory where I teach, this marks the first week of classes for the school year, so the pressure is stronger than usual to draw in new students and keep things high energy and interesting.

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A Poem in Motion // Two Countries by Naomi Shihab Nye

A Poem in Motion // Two Countries by Naomi Shihab Nye

I am writing less than I normally do today, because this- this is about the movement. Sometimes dance doesn't need too many extra words. 

Several days ago I made myself go to the studio for the first time in about two weeks. Between plans with friends, teaching yoga, a bruised arch on my left foot and a general lack of inspiration or spark, I just could not be bothered to get myself into that space of creativity and movement.

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Brown Butter and Roasted Cashew Dark Chocolate Chunk Cookies + 10 Remedies for Homesickness

Brown Butter and Roasted Cashew Dark Chocolate Chunk Cookies + 10 Remedies for Homesickness

It is pretty amazing how sometimes when I am walking around the streets of Tangier, I’ll pass by a freshly washed store-stoop and the smell of that particular cleaning detergent all of a sudden sweeps me back to the basement of a friend’s home in Minneapolis where we used to play with American Girl dolls all afternoon. The smallest scents, sights and sounds have the ability to send me time-traveling and hit with a wave of homesickness.

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