There’s a moment in practice when the external world mirrors something happening within. The afternoon golden light poured across ancient stones as my shadow stretched long across sun-warmed bricks. We can spend so much time chasing the light. We want to be seen, to shine, to stand in full brightness. There is beauty in the darkness of shadows, they are not merely the absence of light. They’re the shape our presence takes when we allow ourselves to be illuminated. In yoga philosophy, we speak...

Beneath my foot, warm, gritty earth. From above, light filtering through leaves in golden rays, and in between, silence. There’s an ancient story woven into these warrior poses: Shiva, consumed by grief, tears a dreadlock from his head and casts it into the fire of loss. From the flames Virabhadra , the fierce warrior is born. He rises from the flames with power: warrior I. He focuses & takes aim with precision: warrior II. And then… he strikes: warrior III. But beneath the myth is a quieter...

Uttanasana is one of my greatest teachers, not because it’s challenging the hamstrings, but because it asks us to do something our egos resist: let go. When we fold forward, we literally turn our world upside down. We release control. We trust gravity to do the work we cannot do through force. And in that moment of vulnerability with our head below heart & surrendering our need to see where we’re going, we find a strength that doesn’t come from pushing harder. We live in a world that tells us...