I Am Here.

My friend Kirsten took me to my first yoga class, a by-donation community class in Manhattan. I’d never done yoga and am not particularly flexible, so it took some convincing. “Yoga is magic,” she said, as though she were in on a secret. We joined a crowd of others with mats slung confidently over their … Continue reading I Am Here.

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Turning Towards the Light.

Gratitude doesn’t always come easy for me. I appreciate things: the kindness of friends, help from my family. But pausing to feel grateful, deep in my bones, that is trickier. Some of my anxiety has chosen to nest in gratitude’s rightful home in my heart. I resist feeling happy because I’m afraid of being stuck … Continue reading Turning Towards the Light.