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Yoga teacher (RYT 200), adventurer, storyteller happily based in California 🌼
Yellow primrose flower (photograph mine)

I spent my entire 40th year looking forward to turning 40. I was never 39. I was always almost 40. I was truly, sincerely excited by the idea of being 40. I was under the impression turning 40 was going to propel me to greater and greater heights. …


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It’s been five years since I left South Sudan. I still remember the morning I left. I remember the light and the smells in the airport. I remember being driven along the streets of Juba, staring out my window as I tried to take it all in one last time.


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“Failure is where all of the lessons are. Successful people fail a lot. They fail a whole lot more than they succeed. They extract the lessons from the failure and they use the wisdom to come around to the next phase of success.” ~Will Smith

After months of training, I…


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Yesterday I bought and played a harmonica for the first time in my life. The day before that I woke up at 6:30am then went back to sleep until 11am. The day before that I read a poem I wrote to my yogi mates at the park:

I went down…


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There is a day
when the road neither
comes nor goes, and the way
is not a way but a place.

~Wendell Berry, Sabbath Poems XXII

I’ve been sitting, lying, sleeping, eating, icing, crying, laughing, reading — inside this place where I live for the past four days straight. Not…


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I don’t have a dog. Yet. Rather, I’m one of the fortunate humans who has the high pleasure of doing the funnest, coolest job on earth: being a dog walker. Sure, this job involves picking up a lot of poop, but you get used to it, and the perks are…


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I was sitting at a stoplight, waiting to turn left. Rain fell on my windshield as I rested my left, black Hunter boot off the clutch. I leaned my head back on the headrest, and sat motionless, not really tuned in to anything. Nothing except my upcoming grocery shopping adventure…


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Day 5: Yoga Teacher Training

The perfectionist in me says I should have been writing about yoga teacher training, every day. The comic in me says I’ve barely been able to lift my arms high enough to type. The light in me says I’m exactly as I need to be. …


They’ve learned to bend through suffering, not break.

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Yesterday, I rose with the birds. I shared some photographs with friends, showered, and made some coffee. I packed my bags for a work road-trip and sent a message:

Me: Should be there by 3pm. Let me know if anything has changed!

Client: Have you left? Might not fly today…


A poem to myself

Circa 2003

Love is connecting
with all of your selves, at last —
Looking fondly at
all of the faded,
old photographs stacked neatly
inside the shoebox.
It’s coming across
that one picture you’ve always
liked and staying with
it for a long while —
Saying, “Hey, girl, I don’t know
what it is about
you exactly, but
there’s something in your presence
that captivates me.”
You set the picture
apart, hang it on the wall
for further, deeper
investigation.

Hey, girl — I’m here now,
listening, ready.

Lindsay with an a

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