I'm entering the last week of my thirties. This decade of my life has been lived entirely in Guatemala and charmed with abundant almost-annual international travels. Panama, El Salvador, Texas, New York, New Mexico, Arizona, Utah, Nevada, California, Oregon, British Columbia, Mexico, Ecuador, Colombia. My thirties have been most marked by the marvels of motherhood… Continue reading Ode to My Thirties
Immerse yourself for a week in a safe space for growth and healing, surrounded by the spectacular beauty of nature and the potent energy of an established retreat center specializing in deep practice. Yogis of all shapes, sizes, experience levels and genders are invited. Slow flow doesn't necessarily mean easy, it means moving in a… Continue reading Slow Flow Yoga & Writing Retreat: March 2020
Feel the energy from the sky coming down into your heart on the exhale. Feel the energy of the earth coming up into your heart with each inhale. Feel where your body connects to the ground, to Mother Earth. Notice sensations in the physical body. Listen to the sounds all around: your breath, the breeze,… Continue reading The trecena of Ix: 13 days of earth magic
We'll get together, sit in a circle, breathe and stretch our bodies and imaginations. We'll share sacred space in this magical, mystical Mayan heartland. We'll write and let our streams of consciousness flow. We'll consume delicious, healthy, love-filled foods and drinks. We'll gather for ceremony, for practice, for synergy, for personal and collective growth and… Continue reading Fall Yoga & Writing Retreat!
I love Mexicans. My mom’s side of the family is Tex-Mex. They are a fun-loving, big-hearted, fierce and fabulous bunch of people. I also love Colombians, Guatemalans, Hondurans, El Salvadoreans, Nicaraguans, Costa Ricans, Panamanians, Ecuadorians, Peruvians, Chileans, Argentines, Uruguayans, Paraguayans, Belizeans, Bolivians, Cubans, Dominicans, Brazilians and Venezuelans–in other words, I love Latinxs! My life has… Continue reading 7 Practices to Start Borrowing from Latin American Culture
A friend died last Thursday. He ended his own life. A friend I hadn't seen in years, but a friend all the same. A teacher, a musician, a husband, a father. With a daughter close to the same age as my own: five. He was forty years old. I received the sad news one morning… Continue reading Farewell, Amigo