I’m terrible at yoga; I’m not flexible at all.

I hear this over and over again from people and it makes me both sad and excited. Sad because it is a reflection of how yoga has been defined in the modern world — as a fitness regime for beautiful, sinewy, bendy people who say “Namaste” all the time.  On the...

Noble Silence

from the archives – October 28th, 2008 Vipassana Retreat near Merritt, BC The gong rings at 4am and it’s a lovely sound to wake up to — a deep, rich, peaceful sound that vibrates gently through the hallways of the women’s dorm. I roll over in...

On Socks and Nostalgia

from the archives – July 18, 2007 If I ever forget that I have been living a charmed life, all I have to do is look around me at the things I have collected over the years. The walls and shelves and corners of my home are covered with objects that have meaning...

The Masters

from the archives – March 20, 2007 Mysore, India The first time I watched one of Alison McNeil’s basketball teams play was the summer of my 15th year, which was the summer I spent completely immersed in the gym at week after week of basketball camps....

Ding

from the archives – February 21, 2005 Taipei, Taiwan I took the MRT to the office this morning. I am tired and not yet used to getting up early for work. From the moment my alarm went off I could feel inside me the battle between grumpy and happy for my...