I adore individuals who blend science with mysticism. Simone Weil and Clarissa Pinkola Estes are two who quickly come to mind.

My dreams are so vivid I feel like I haven't slept. My body hurts, and I spend the first hour of my day writing down the highlights. Then, I walk in the woods and record an audio note transcribing the dream.

Chi Nei Tsang is a deep-tissue massage that stimulates the abdominal organs to release stagnant energy and emotions. It’s a Taoist practice of creating space to metabolize memories and experiences.

Yesterday, I went for a 13-km hike. I roamed the southern hills and located several trails that led me to the river, which I traced between the towns.

What does it mean to have influence?

I’ve been sitting with my ‘why’ this week. Why I practice. Why I teach. Why bother with any of it?

I want people to accept themselves (as they physically shape-shift) and understand that our organs, glands, nerves, cells, and synapses have the power to aid physical, emotional, and energetic transformation.

The angst of ensuring everything is aligned (and I make my connections with all my body parts and bags) causes my muscles to contract.

I’m revisiting a pilates-inspired dance sequence I learned from my teacher in Rabat. It is short, challenging, and precise, targeting the feet, inner thighs, and back muscles.

I will spend the summer in a 17th-century apartment in the South of France. It costs 650 CAD a month and has quirky characteristics, like its owner.

Let’s talk about Dominique Francon.

I am currently in Pilates Teacher Training. The group received me after our discussion on Kundalini. 

One great pause in the regular syntax of things that makes you step back and review everything you thought you knew? 

My curiosity keeps me humble, and my endless inquiry is rooted in a desire to learn. If I have one goal to keep me busy, it’s to reach into the well of the Self.

The metric I disdain is one that attributes value to the number of followers a person has.

Two of my poems and one short story will be published this season.

My permanent residence permit for Turkiye was denied. For the second time.

I took the bus to a different part of Istanbul for a job interview. Traffic was jammed, the bus was packed, and I became hot and agitated.

This month, I’ve received little ‘winks’ from the universe that let me know I’m on the right path.

Connecting to the wild is one way I’ve always centered myself.