Red Rock Medicine

The sound of Ayla's voice echoes as we enter the Amphitheatre. Looking to our left we see flashes of her long red skirt dancing and skipping on stage. The sun is shining for Ayla, letting the rocks emanate their deepest shades of red among the blue skies. Before the show, the rain crafted a bouquet …

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Canggu Beach

The sweet smell of incense and jasmine fill the air, seeping into everything they touch. Surfers line the pockets of the crashing waves, one after another. The water is chilly but the suns heat keeps us warm. Little mangy stray dogs mix in with local collared dogs, sharing barks and barrel rolls in the wet …

Drafts & Colors

The thunder is rolling in and my lights have already flickered. Twenty drafts sit hidden in my wordpress account waiting to be published, still not sure if they'll even make the cut. It's hard to not feel censored when you know you're writing through a means other than your journal and an old bank branded …

9/5/18

I write and I write and I write. Nothing ever gets published. Everything sits in the draft box. Sometimes it's word vomit, sometimes it's strategically scripted. The common theme is, it all pours out and when it's done I don't feel like it needs to be shared. Sometimes my emotions and feels are so strong …

Opening

Bodies aren’t always as they appear. I can do a handstand and some pretty advanced poses, but some of my foundational poses need work. Things don’t always line up “as they should” and it’s humbling. My calves desperately need to be rolled and released. My quads need to be rolled, released, and stretched. My hamstrings …

Hopping into Handstand

Have you had one of those moments where you see someone do something super cool and then two seconds later your mind instantly rules out any chance of that "thing" ever happening for you? Welcome to being a human. Hopping into handstands was that "thing" for me. The thought of both feet leaving the ground simultaneously …