Medicine from Palestine

On this long dark night of the Winter Solstice, I pray that we awaken to the light.

I enter this season carrying the hallmark imbalance of fall with a running start on the imbalances of winter. I am both drained and blocked, weak and heavy. You could say I’m an overachiever.

I tiptoe past our living room where two dozen women are seated on the floor in silent prayer. A kind of quiet that carries its own music. The familiar rhythm of tinkling prayer beads, running noses, and heartfelt sighs. Sounds of hope, grief, and release.

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.

AI bends the arc of progress into a much steeper curve. An accelerated a/descent to our collective futurist imagination.

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.

Here are 10 things I’ve learned as I’ve navigated my first year with a multiple sclerosis diagnosis.

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.

On Friday, LILI JADE turned 1 and I turned 32. An exhausting and exhilarating rotation. Here are a few things on my mind as I celebrate this milestone.

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?”