I first started yoga and meditation practices regularly when I was in Varanasi, India, the year after high school. I was 18. I know how cliched that sounds, but it's true. It was just days after 9/11. It was bizarre and surreal to be both physically removed from the familiar and to have my very... Continue Reading →
This past weekend, I went back to Tucson to go to a yoga workshop with my sister. Yoga, the way most people do it here, is asana, a physical practice— take your body through a series of shapes and poses, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. Pay attention to breath, focus on your body. And now more... Continue Reading →
It will not surprise you to know that I like to move. I tried all kinds of sports as a little kid. I’ve danced, run, biked, swam, body surfed, boxed, flowed, rowed, lifted. In motion is my happy place. Yet, true to form, I’ve never picked a single discipline and pursued it aggressively. Yes, reader,... Continue Reading →
I practice yoga pretty much every day. And since I moved to Portland, one of my favorite spots is Woodlawn Yoga, which is in my neighborhood and a short walk away. It gives me a great home base where I can always drop in even if I decide at the last second that I want... Continue Reading →
Here’s the kicker: we will all cause harm in our lifetimes. But it’s possible to make choices to reduce harm, and to actively seek understanding of the impact we have.
Hi, I’m Zabby, and I’m a Capital-I Introvert. Often when I tell people this about myself, they laugh and say something like “but you’re so friendly!” There’s been a lot of discussion in the general zeitgeist* these days of what real introversion means (Exhibit A , Exhibit B). Really, it comes down to the fact... Continue Reading →