I’m Adi - an accidental yogi, trail runner, and lover of words.
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In the past year, I’ve grown more vulnerable in my storytelling, but I’m not sure if I’ve ever done anything more than imply this: my mother suffered
Guessing a homeless person’s age is a great impossibility. A life on the streets adds wrinkles and scars that are otherwise shielded by the comfort, the protection of a reliable roof.
And really, it wasn’t so much a neglected thought as it was a temporarily-abandoned-until-I-can-think-of-a-story-worth-telling thought, because thinking of a story worth telling is a considerable challenge at the moment.
I didn’t plan to do this this morning, but things like this are never really planned. I also didn’t plan to
Across the street, I could see this little, elderly black man with one hand in his pocket (cue Alanis Morrisette, here) and holding both a cigarette and his phone in the other, while wearing a very nearly toothless grin.
Anyway, I watched my own heart beat today. Mesmerized by its near-metronomic quality, I lay there for several moments before the tech broke the rhythm with
“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…”
“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…”
“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 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…”
“The other night, I taught the Beer Yoga class at This Land Yoga. For anyone who is curious as…”
"Take this fucking boot!" Those were the first words I spoke to another human this New Years Day morning…”
“Just a few days ago, I found myself with an unexpected block of time that just happened to coincide with the 9am class at…”
