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FALL SEVEN TIMES, STAND UP EIGHT

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re·sil·ience /rəˈzilyəns/ | noun The power or ability to return to original form, etc., after being bent, compressed, or stretched; elasticity. Ability to recover readily from illness, depression, adversity, or the like; buoyancy. Boxing did not come naturally to me. The sport, built on a foundation of technique and mental toughness, happens to also be comprised of intimidation, fear-mongering, primal rage, and arrogant posturing. I suspect my slow… Continue reading FALL SEVEN TIMES, STAND UP EIGHT

ON BEING PRESENT

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being present

Having a conversation is a lost art. When was the last time you spoke to someone and had an authentic exchange? Too often, we hide within protective bubbles or behind automated handles, having forgotten how to make contact and be present. Living in the moment has become an antiquated notion. I remember a time before the World… Continue reading ON BEING PRESENT

THE (UN)BEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING

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arty yoga

Like every other soul on this planet, I go through periods where everything narrows and turns exhaustive. Familial demands mount, an illness strikes, a relationship breaks down, or a friendship starts to circle the drain. Sometimes I juggle too many things and burn out in a furious, meteoric manner. Boom! Other times, I can't get… Continue reading THE (UN)BEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING

YOU CAN’T HURRY LOVE

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yoga love

Love is like that sometimes, isn't it? We can't always be with those we adore. In some cases, we must spend time apart to make advances. The logic is twisted but it's the spaces between that bring us back to the same wavelength. And help us determine we absolutely complement each other. Below, a little… Continue reading YOU CAN’T HURRY LOVE

IN THE ZONE (A LESSON IN GOING WITH THE FLOW)

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Manhattan bridge run

It's all right. No, it's not. What the hell? Move your feet! I feel every dimple and ridge. Softened canvas yields as I shuffle. The lights flicker bile yellow and slush grey, with a few shards of off-white (star-bursting) raining down if my head snaps back too quickly. There is only chaos until I settle in… Continue reading IN THE ZONE (A LESSON IN GOING WITH THE FLOW)