I was a lone woman on that strange smelling island, though, because every Wednesday, people would go batshit bonkers for that soup.
I’m Adi - an accidental yogi, trail runner, and lover of words.
I was a lone woman on that strange smelling island, though, because every Wednesday, people would go batshit bonkers for that soup.
And then there it was: the crinkled paper Whole Foods bag full of uneaten, banged up bananas.
“It’s been a while, friends. The past two months have been a wild ride, but I think the roller coaster is nearing the end of its tracks - for this loop, at least...”
“It’s just about two minutes before class time and I’m standing in front of the lobby desk waiting to talk to the receptionist. I don’t recognize the girl standing…”
“It was 3am when I finished my first apology email to the friend-turned-boyfriend I’d just abandoned the evening before. It was 7am when I read his reply reminding…”
“I vividly remember the first time I ran three miles. It was summer 2002, and my roommate/colleague/fellow Harry Potter lover and I had been trotting about the neighborhood for a couple of months in the name…”
“I’d just finished with my portion of the TedxOU event and was sitting backstage peeking through the curtains to watch the rest of the presentation when my doctor…”
“Yesterday, I wrapped up another one of my meditation and journaling workshops, and as always, I left feeling inspired and excited about the…”
“There are a tiny handful of certain people in my life from whom I never delete text messages. These are the people that I have wickedly spectacular written conversations with, and the words develop organically…”
“Recently, a friend of mine went to this Ayurvedic workshop led by a brilliant duo of local yoga teachers who are well-versed…”
“Last Sunday, I made my way to the trails for the first time since the Brooks-Adi collision last September….”
“Most people are surprised to learn that I used to hate yoga. I remember one Christmas in college I was gifted (by a non-practitioner) one of those yoga sets…”
“I have this really obnoxious habit of using text editor to throw down my thoughts, notes, to-do items, and anything else that I don’t have…”
“I should be on a dark mountain, right now, running trails lit only by the stars. Instead, I’m sprawled across the back seat of my friend’s truck wondering…”
“I taught another meditation and journaling workshop this afternoon. Each time I do one of these, I flip back through an old journal to share something…”
“This is a story about risk. Actually, it’s not even a story, really, rather it’s a bunch of words strung together. Those words, though… they say something…”