Saturday afternoon, while hundreds of festivalgoers attended Tampa Bay’s sixth annual VegFest at Cotanchobee Fort Brooke Park, we noticed one man stand out from the crowd. He was, in fact, stand-up paddle boarding along the Hillsborough River, with his stout black dog along for the ride. I will always remember this sight. All at once… Continue reading What stand up paddle boarding has taught me.
Sundays and Mondays are usual days of reflection and inspiration for me. I find the close of one week and the beginning of another the perfect junction for setting intentions and succumbing to daydreams. I mopped the floors this morning. Something about the long strokes of the mop settles me, much the same way as… Continue reading Musings for the week ahead – food, yoga, and meditation.
Outside, the scent of Jasmine lingers around our doorway, emanating from the vine that creeps up and around the ironwork just in front of our house. The orchid by the steps now sports three flowers. All of our hibiscus bushes are in bloom. Otherworldly dragonflies glide through the air as the sun casts its light on their iridescent bodies and paper-thin… Continue reading Spring as we see it.
After nearly a decade of yoga practice, I have finally invested in a yoga block and strap. I have come to appreciate the use of props in practice as means of achieving proper alignment, as well as providing stability in harder balancing poses. My favorite stretch with a yoga belt by far is a posture… Continue reading A few good uses for yoga props.
Another Saturday at the market reminds me that our long week is coming to a close. Our days have been peppered with visits from both of our families, much to our little one’s delight. She thrives amidst all of the play and attention. My mother-in-law often brings lovely one of a kind treats for us —… Continue reading Thoughts on a Saturday, after the market.
I’m craving Indian food, wilted greens, avocados, lentils, creamy butternut squash, green hummus, steamy bowlfuls of brown rice, baby Bok Choy, hot milky turmeric drinks, blistered tomatoes over dark toast, the scent of cinnamon, ginger, and cardamom. As the season nears its end and the weather, at least in Florida, turns breezy and warm, I yearn for… Continue reading As the weather turns warm, thoughts on yoga and food.
Good news – I’m still making the drive over to the gym every other morning. My heart loves this so much. I find that I’m waking up with a lot less reluctance. The strangest thing happened: One night I dreamed that I was speaking to my husband while getting ready to go work out, and… Continue reading Gym adventures and cooking, lately.
I fell in love with yoga during my senior year of high school. A studio had opened next to the gym I frequented at the time; truth be told, I knew about it as soon as the first sign went up. I waited for–even dreamed of–the place for months until it finally opened. I really… Continue reading On my first experiences with yoga, and a poem.