December on the west coast is the very definition of grey. It's wet, and it's dark. As I write, I'm listening to rain on the roof. Again. We're on our third atmospheric river in less than two weeks. The ground is WET. Like, next-level, sponge-soaked-with-water wet. It's full-body Gore Tex raingear wet, and even still, I managed to come home from tonight's dog walk with wet socks. We're still making our way towards the darkest day, but I've settled into acceptance that the mos

I attended my first silent retreat with my teacher Carly Forest in May of 2017. It was a huge leap of faith to register because I was having major abdominal surgery six weeks prior, and I would still be early in my recovery at retreat time. But I chose to trust that I'd be capable of the long trip and the five days of the yoga-based retreat, and took the plunge. I had no idea what to expect, and wondered what it would be like to be immersed in deep quiet for so many days. Th