Run Brooklyn Piers

I have been running these piers since I was 9 years old. My stubby legs scrambled on the gray pavement as I chased my dad during his daily runs. Today, as my feet beat briskly on the softer pavement and sand that lines Brooklyn Bridge Park, I am always awed by the history of my neighborhood. This singular cosmopolitan waterfront in Brooklyn Heights overlooking the East River has a colorful history marked by industrialization, immigration, military history, public works projects and civil rights.

I Chose This

Victor Frankl once said, “Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.” This is the space I attempt to cultivate and occupy.

Wild Was Mama

As an unexpected post-yoga treat, I found myself in the laughing belly of the Wild Was Mama birthing community today as we discussed the many uses of organic lanolin nipple cream: lip balm, hand cream, and split-end mender were just a few on the list we came up with. Nestled in the almost corner of…

15 days of Chinese New Year

恭喜发财!!! Huddled warm and cozy in our winter coats, we ventured up Forsyth Street passing the bustle of busy shops and enjoying the intoxication of baked bread and sugary pastries. We made our way to Sara Roosevelt Park which swelled with a boisterous colorful crowd of squealing children, excited parents and costumed merrymakers dressed up…

Pick Your Poison Wisely

Caffeine is the most commonly ingested drug in the world. It is so frequently and ubiquitously used that the World Health Organization even recognised caffeine dependence as a disorder. In my profession, caffeine is most consumed in the form of coffee. But here’s a shocker: I am not a coffee drinker. I never really was…

Needing Yoga

I can be that annoying person who *needs* a consistent and regular daily yoga practice to function optimally in my life. That statement irks some people. The fact that I can utter such a claim comes partly from a place of privilege: most people do not have access to yoga, do not have time for yoga nor…

Wandering Thoughts of an Anxious Yogi

My body is still buzzing from the electric vibrations of the harmonium. The piercing hum of our collective OHM still tingling in the air – rippling, ripping and rising and touching our bodies with waves of fire. Shins to chins and hearts to the sky, we rise and fall like the sun and moon pirouetting…