In My Own Words

A poet friend of mine has decided to dedicate March to writing only happy poems, on account of he feels he writes mostly sad ones. I woke...

While catching up on reading my book, Meditations from the Mat, this morning, I came across an anecdote the author uses about his feet....

I’ve recently started writing spoken word poetry. Although this is a rough-record, I’ve decided to post it, as a testament to everything...

When we say "Namaste" in yoga, we are doing much more than greeting each other - doing much more than thanking each other - we are...

I live my life in the throes of wild, unapologetic passion. I'm a little crazy sometimes, but that's only when I'm lost in my own head...

Just breathe, when your heart is racing. Breathe before you speak your truth in front of a room full of strangers. Breathe through each...

Timing. Timing is a funny thing. I've often found that the timing of my life is exactly what is needs to be. I've found that life tends...

From a very young age, I have been an incredibly introspective person. I have always taken pleasure in watching the paths my mind wanders...

It started with a pomegranate. At least, that's the way it seemed. It felt like it was the pomegranate. Being someone who's prone to...

Of course I mean metaphorical darkness. A place I like to refer to as "beneath the ice". A place that I dislike immensely, even fear. The...