Friday, December 30, 2011

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Aglow for the Holidays

Can you spot the mistletoe?

Monday, December 19, 2011

Friday, December 16, 2011


Rosina took silence as a personal offense, and spoke into empty rooms and chattered into cupboards.

-from Abraham Verghese's Cutting for Stone

Sunday, December 11, 2011


From doing copious amounts of yoga, I have learned to be introspective or, rather, I have learned to honour my introspective nature. At the same time, the practice of yoga has taught me to tune into adjusting parts of my body and learning to do things I never thought possible. Tuck my tailbone under? Sure. Externally rotate my left thigh? No problem. It is truly a wonder to see how far my practice has brought me in seven years.

With this focused introspection, I have also attuned to an intuition regarding my body, my moods and, generally, the change of my own personal sphere when in interaction with the world. This week, eating eggs doesn't seem to agree with me. Certain social situations drain my confidence from me. These are just things that are. This sort of awareness is truly a gift, and more so a self practice I must constantly hone.

Recently I have noticed with more acuity the point on my body where stress and tension build up. I always knew my hips were tight and that pigeon pose could be so very frustrating. I have also always known that I need to work on my core strength, forever more. And while I knew I held tension in my shoulders, I have recently realized that there is a spot around my right shoulder blade that knots and twists when stress beats down. I don't know how to explain it. I also don't know (nor am I searching for) the cure for it. I just realize it to be the manifestation of stress for me individually, for my body, for my experience.

And there is something to that self knowledge.

Thursday, December 08, 2011

We Are Young

On the verge of 26, I have to remember the following.

Wednesday, December 07, 2011

Words Fail Me

It's been a while since I've sat down and written. Some may say that this is a lack of diligence, straying from my craft. Truth be told, ever since graduating and leaving behind the measured and more spread-out life of the student, I've been working really had and, as with everything else, I've committed myself 100% to these work-related endeavours, whether it be waking up at 5am to make it to my cafe job over the summer or putting in my hours of research as an intern.

This time of busy-ness has meant that side projects have fallen to the wayside and that perhaps I am not as 'connected' as I once was. My interior journey, however, has continued nonetheless. Means of expression have continued in different ways. Life, as I knew it, has morphed into a different shape. Hopefully the upcoming holidays will give me some time to step back, gain perspective, and reflect. Maybe I'll try being more connected and plug back in.

This world measures output and I've just tried shying away from it for a moment. Perhaps I think too much, consider too much and go too cautiously into the next step of everything. (I now realize that perhaps I have been away from writing too long, it feels like I am plunging a drain and the words are splashing all over the place). Maybe I am a bit paralyzed by the fact that everything I put out seems to form an image and I am thinking too much, too long term, the 'brand' should be fully formed.

But I'm rambling. To make a long story short, words have failed me. I haven't put them together, they haven't come to mind. And I have been okay with that. I am more a believer that words will come when they must, passion will fall into place, drive will kick into gear.

Let this be a first step (not necessarily in the right direction, but simply a first step in some direction).