Unroll the mat. Check the temperature of the room. Turn on the salt lamps. Put on the pre-yoga playlist. Students arrive. Chatter begins....

Strip malls and conversation, friendship and intensity. Winding tree-lined drives, slow moving patients and peaceful nights with DVDs....

My typical journal entry begins with the song playing in my head at the moment, or a song that encapsulates the experience upon which I...

This lush grass imbibed water all winter. At a certain point we worried if it would be too much for the landscape to endure. Rain...

Blood warms my cheeks and fills my ears. My palms prickle and my fingers curl like a snake waiting to strike. I feel the breath held at...