Give & Take

The other day, I was walking to the studio when a bright-eyed young man began to desperately pursue me. No, he wasn't an admirer. And he wasn't a homeless guy begging for a handout. He was a salesman. His product? Salvation. I'd seen him around the area a few times, his yellow robe flashing brightly as he bobbed and weaved through the crowds. My opinion of proselytizers generally wanes between...

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Savor

My 28th birthday is approaching. It feels so weird to type those words. Deep down, I feel a lot like Josh Baskin in Big -- this perpetually awkward preteen who wakes up one morning to find herself living this grown-up's life. It's so strange. I've been thinking about wasted time. From a yogic perspective, there's no such thing, right? You walk the path you're supposed to be...

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Seeing the Pose

In my second ever art class, my instructor came up behind me, took one glance at the figure I was constructing, and declared, "We need to have a conversation." My primary offense? Copying shape instead of exploring gesture. When we copy a figure, said my teacher, we neglect to really see it. We put down lines based on a stored memory of a similar shape. We think "triangle" and...

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Minor Miracles

I believe in angels. Just throwing that out there. Call them spiritual guides, ghosts, God, universal consciousness, whatever -- I know there's a higher power out there working with me to lead me where I need to go. I don't think everybody needs to believe this; it just works for me. But like many seekers, I find it hard to dwell in the happy haze of blind faith. I'm constantly searching for...

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