Starstruck. What does it feel like to sign a decade-long project of vision, journeys, gritty art—finally bound, polished, gleaming? On an icy winter night, two of my favorite yogi communities, Pure Yoga East and Tanya-B, co-hosted a full-body fêtê celebrating the launch of Michael O'neill's stop you in your tracks, sense riot of a book 'Yoga: The Architecture of Peace.' Can't buy that light in the eyes. Or the truth bomb his teacher Siri Sat Kaur dropped mid-vinyasa: guru means 'the heavy one.' The woman, the man of great weight. Yes, please.
I am a hedonist when it comes to fitness, food, art, and adventure in New York City, and the world. I work out and race because I love the feeling: power, endorphins, productive pain. I see movement as celebration and therapy, food as art and love, creativity as our most human impulse, and travel as a way of awakening and coming home to ourselves, to each other.
I seek out and create moments and practices that unite body, mind, and spirit at a brilliant pulse. Here are some stories from that rhythm.