January, 2022 We’re back to the twilight season of confinement (lite). I have hardened into the habit of “pandemic walks” around my East Van neighbourhood, tracing the same loop around the small pond I can glimpse from my living room window, through arches of graceful trees, trudging from slushy banks…

Autumn, to me, is a time of grasping. Everything seems to be sharper, clearer, more potent as we transition to shorter days, darker skies. The trees on the street where I live are baring their silhouettes, loosened of their riot of leaves. When the rain finally relents, the moon is…

In part I of my series on yoga and inclusion hosted on Shut Up & Yoga, we left off with a big question: how, as teachers, can we foster inclusive yoga spaces, both virtual and in-person? In this article, we’ll explore ideas on how you can actively commit to inclusion…

During this seemingly endless twilight zone of the COVID-19 pandemic, yoga spaces have become more important than ever. Whether virtual or in-person, a yoga class can offer a much-needed pause, a moment to be with breath and body, a way to structure days that seem to meld into each other…

During a year when structures have unraveled, routines become untethered, and normalcy redefined, I have found myself wondering how to reestablish structure. I’ve always been a creature of habit, thriving off of careful plans, bookending my days with rituals, satisfied in checking things off an ever-growing list before I went…

In January 2020, I resolved to write about yoga every day. I’ve always enjoyed writing but struggled to make my January habit stick. …

During my weekend walks under evergreens, roots woven into ground, bark mottled with lichen, trunks standing up to perpetual rain, I think about how time passes, free of judgment, outside of our constructs. …

I never thought I would pursue slowness. As a (mostly) high-energy Gemini prone to chasing curiosity, my appetite for novelty can feel insatiable. In the ‘before’ times, the prospect of an empty afternoon, let alone an entire weekend, would knot my stomach. …

My morning runs always end in cresting a gentle hill (which feels positively mountainous at that point). Running isn’t always fun for me, but it is joyful: an invitation to move unbridled, a steady rhythm, a synchronization of breath and body. Like many runners others I know, though, running can…