The only thing that I am not ready for are the posts and articles that continue to pop up everywhere that are talking about how to have a “healthier” holiday this year. What does that even mean? It always seems to be about how to cut back, control, label and define your consumption.Read More
It is no secret that I am a hardcore morning person and that my small daily rituals are pretty much sacred. Being a dancer, I always feel that it is equally important to prepare both my mind and body for the day ahead. However, travel is one of those wonderful but precarious things that has the power to knock everything off center, especially if you happen to be traveling in a place like Vietnam where the culture is completely new and unknownRead More
I did not exactly plan to be absent from this space for as long as I have been, but trying to wrap my brain and words around the various experiences of these past three weeks has been next to impossible while still basking in the glow of it all.
-One week of dance in France.
-One week of exploration in Montreal.
-Completing the first week of intensive yoga teacher training at home in Minneapolis.
How does one take it all in?Read More
I am not sure if it is specific to this city, but something strange has been in the air these days. I feel myself slowing down, losing momentum, getting a bit stuck. My friend and I have a joke that if anything whatsoever is wrong, blame the Tangier weather. Despite the pouring rain, rolling clouds and blustery winds, each morning I try to fill my insides with positivity in any form that can be consumed to counter the weird moods.Read More
Every morning the world is created. Mornings are poems. Whispering sheets, hazy eyelids, the still blue darkness. Our living room window shade is old and creaky and has to be opened from the outside, so I start each day shuffling around the terrace, hauling open wooden panels, always taking a moment to gaze out of our little box of a viewRead More