Why do we think that the path to health must come through torture? For example, I had a roommate once who never ate grain. She also ate standing up for every meal because it burned more calories. As far as I could tell she survived on nuts, triple Americanos, and...
It is not possible to live a life free from indulgence. Again for those in the back: It’s not possible to live a life free from indulgence. But you’re saying, Sonja, you teach Ayurveda and yoga, two doctrines that tell us that happiness is living free from the chains...
Let’s talk about embarrassing tattoos. I have one that makes me cringe. It was a good idea at the time (aren’t they always?), but it hasn’t held up. I got the tattoo on a whim two decades ago. I had gotten a raise at work and paid for my tattoo and one for my then...
As I write this my daughter is settling in for a nap for the first time ever at her daycare. At first glance, it may sound odd to say that with such a dramatic tone. I mean, to use the precious beginning line of a post to tell you that she’s taking a nap at her school...
Imagine you’ve just eaten a very big meal (think: holidays or big parties). You feel weighed down, heavy, perhaps a bit regretful. You feel disgusted at the idea of eating again. And days later, your digestion will likely still be affected. It’s no different when...
Pause and consider this: Everything you take in through any of your senses shapes you. A short list includes food, books, television, conversations, viruses, sex, air, etc. Sometimes what you take in makes you into shapes you’d rather not experience, such as eating...
When my daughter was born I asked for two weeks of no visitors. Not even grandparents. Not even well-meaning friends who wanted to drop off food. I’m certain I offended somebody in this request, but I did not care. What I cared about was transitioning into being a...
Two weeks ago I got an answer to a question I’ve been asking for three years. Three years isn’t even my longest stint. I have questions I’ve been asking for 20 years or more.
When my mother texted to tell me that the doctors had found cancer in her lungs, I called and yelled at her. Standing on the streets of New York City, I was one more voice in the irate cacophony of the Financial District, sharing my outrage that some things should not be delivered over text.
It had never occurred to me that it might be too painful to say out loud.
I love to eat, so naturally it makes sense that I love restaurants. But I love them less now than ever in my life.
Whether it was from living on the isolated island of Kauai or in a tiny pueblo in the mountains that shifted it or just a natural falling away as I listened to my body more as I began to study Ayurveda, I’ll never know.
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