Fresh Tracks

On New Year’s Eve, my mom and I bundled up and went for a magical late night stroll in the snow. It was the perfect way to ring in the New Year, “making fresh tracks” as my mom put it, breathing in the cool air, marveling at how quiet it was, and throwing a few snowballs of course. I always love that week between Christmas and New Year’s when the mad holiday rush is over…

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Adios 2014! Welcoming a New Year…

Sometimes  I have conversations with my future 92 year old self. It sounds crazy, and quite possibly it is, but she’s a wise old dear and has good perspective. I think of her when I’m deep in contemplation or making a big decision. What advice would 92 year old Rosalyn give me right now? Most often, she provides that little bit extra courage I need, or she tells me to smile and just let it…

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I’m Just a Small Town (Yoga) Girl…

As a new yoga student, the beauty of living in a large city is the opportunity it provides to explore lots of different kinds of yoga with many teachers at various studios. I attended my first yoga class in Vancouver when I was in my early twenties. It was a slow hatha class, I was the youngest person there and I remember liking it but being a little impatient and wanting more of a challenge.…

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