It is important to bear witness to these moments of global social injustice. Feeling the grief, anger, and frustration of the collective, we see more clearly what parts of our humanity need tending to.

My ritual room is adorned with crystals I don’t know the name of

Death has been on my mind recently. Not the big looming kind—the little “d” kind. The inevitable shedding of ideas and identity when Life brings forth a new season of self, kind.

When does suffering mean stop?

The trees teach me patience.

I’ve been thinking about the year 2020. We all remembered so much that year.

It brings stillness to the anxious movements of my mind. The emotional chatter settles for a softer whisper and I can finally hear myself think.

One tool I use to help me reframe success beyond just financial success is going back to the four goals of life as defined by the Vedas.

Disconnection lies at the root of most of our imbalances. We’re disconnected from nature, from our bodies, from the quiet voice within that has more wisdom than we can even begin to imagine. But above all else, we’re increasingly disconnected from community.

Most of my clients know intimately which eating, movement, and emotional patterns are helping or harming them. But that’s part of the problem.

We build entire systems and societies around shared stories, envisioning futures we then bring into fruition. Yet this expansive imagination can become a barrier to our well-being if we operate from a place of anxiety, fear, or self-judgment.

I’ve learned to never trust my clients when they say, “I think it’s normal.”

One of the first questions I ask my clients is “when do you feel the most joy and gratitude?”

1. Eat whatever the hell you want.

I tend to be a control freak and it just really isn’t serving me anymore. Sharing some reflections on the importance of letting go.

When working with my clients, I’ve found that people often think setting boundaries is somehow selfish. That protecting their own health and well-being comes at a cost of supporting others.

When I received my multiple sclerosis diagnosis, I began adjusting my eating, movement, and lifestyle routines to better support my mind-body system while I wait to begin medical treatment.

In my last post, I traced the sources of inflammation that triggered my optic neuritis flareup and shared that it was up to the doctors to understand why my immune system was having this kind of reaction—demyelination—in response.

On the 8th day of my 15-day Italian adventure, my left eye began to lose some sight.

If we’re teetering on the edge of a cliff, we’re going to want the immediate intervention that stops us from falling. A guardrail that halts our destructive momentum.