During our time in India, Bill and I didn’t have much bandwidth, but we checked in briefly with the outside world most days. From halfway around the world it looked like there were just two local channels for much of January: snow, and monks! It was a joy to witness the story of the monks walking right past the studio and stopping here in Pittsboro. The outpouring of love and inspiration they were met with reveals a deep longing: for meaning, for kindness and for a safe place to land.

Exploring Patanjali’s Yoga Sutras and the practice of ahimsa, this reflective piece weaves yoga philosophy, activism, and the peace of nature into a personal journey toward calm and compassion in a turbulent world

I’m trying to reframe my relationship with aging in general, and with my body as it undergoes this process. The water in a river is constantly changing, but the river itself stays recognizable as the river.