COMBAT SPORTS | RUNNING | YOGA | MEDITATION | WRITING
The problem with focussing on end goals is we miss out on the most important bits: the odyssey, the process, the in-between. We forget how to live out loud. This circus is about existing on the edge, you know—and living a little dangerously. I went through an existential crisis around the time I moved to Rwanda.… Continue reading IT IS NEVER TOO LATE
Invisible and silent armies, legions of women are kicking, punching, lifting, elbowing, grappling, and sweating their way across the mat, in the ring, or around the gym. From all backgrounds, ethnicities, and economic classes, we come from every corner of the world. We are made of fire and heavy metals—broken glass, magnetic storms, and grit.… Continue reading SITTING RINGSIDE, AN INTRODUCTION
When I was young, my father relied on a few staples whenever we fell sick. He claimed these makeshift meds could cure almost anything. They were the ultimate elixirs and potions under the category of 'do-it-yourself' remedies. His primary go-to was bitters, Angostura to be exact. The caramel liquid from the motherland had all kinds of… Continue reading HONEY WHITE (FOR THE LOVE OF EPSOM SALT)
As an expat, a self-designated nomad, I'm on the move a lot. Sometimes I jet-set for work. A couple times a year I head in the direction of True North (strong and free) for a homecoming. On occasion, I'll try to squash the travel bug within by taking off for somewhere I've never been. But… Continue reading ON SATURDAYS WE IMPROVISE
Some days everything comes together. The stars align. A stranger offers his seat on the subway. The productivity meter hits 110% before noon. Things flow effortlessly when all is in balance. I hold pincha mayurasana with ease, or pound 10K of pavement in under an hour. After twenty rounds of aerobic exercise and strength training—sweat… Continue reading BLACK CAPRICORN DAYS
NOT MADE OF GLASS 