Yoga, at its core, is about connection. A deep, intimate connection with my body — one that I don’t experience in any other movement modality.

Somewhere along the way, the word desire became tangled up with selfishness or indulgence. But in yoga—and in spiritual practice in general—desire is often the first sign of divine guidance

There’s something about the phrase “begin again” that feels like a soft exhale. It’s not dramatic. It doesn’t require a confetti cannon or a perfectly curated morning routine. It doesn’t ask us to reinvent our entire lives overnight. It simply whispers:
“You can start fresh… right now.”

So instead of resolutions that feel like pressure disguised as promise, what if we entered the new year with curiosity?

It asks us to see the divine in others.
It asks us to move with kindness even when no one’s keeping score.
It invites us to give from the depth of who we are, rather than from obligation or pressure.

Notice any moment that feels like someone just wrapped a soft blanket around your heart. A kind message. A perfectly timed song. The sun hitting your face. Warmth counts as joy.

There’s something about November and December that wakes up the part of our brain that holds onto childhood.

Most of us have been conditioned to believe that rest is something we earn only after everything is done.

Gratitude doesn’t have to be seasonal. In yoga, gratitude is a mindset we can return to again and again.

This time of year, gratitude seems to shimmer in the air. Everywhere you look, there are reminders to be thankful —

Now, I’ll be honest—there are days I feel anything but holy. There are days when I’m angry, bitchy, impatient, and, frankly, not the nicest person to be around.