Ecstatic Adventures of the Exuberant Bodhisattva

Yesterday-Interview Day- began in an elevated fashion.  I awoke at five, caffeinated, and biked to the Ashtanga Yoga Shala.  In honour of t...

For those who are not up-to-date on my compelling and exciting life, I have recently relocated to Halifax to live with a boy I met on a bo...

This morning found me void of my usual defences.  My wonderful coastal boyfriend had taken our big black dog to the vet.  I hadn’t done m...

There has been a recent uproar of criticism of Kino MacGregor.  It seems as though Ashtangi Bloggers are maxing out on their one-percent t...

Life isn't a death sentence. Well it kind of is, but you know what I mean. The End.

Hope for Rumination Syndrome:  How to transform your esophagus into a one-way street. (Alternate Title: Surely Regurgitated Foodstuffs Wil...

Some yogis write about the way stars align. Maybe I can do that tomorrow. But today I am writing about what Jesus might have done ov...