MA CHRONICLES (Part 2): SEARCHING FOR SOLID GROUND. WHAT IS HOME TO AN IMMIGRANT WITH ALZHEIMERS? When my parents divorced, my mother didn’t want our Indian family to know, especially her mother, which made visits to India particularly difficult. My grandmother was one of the softest, kindest, devout and faithful…

Recently Jivana Heyman of the Accessible Yoga organization posed the question on FB: “Re: Cultural appropriation, how do you honor your teacher if they are/were abusive”, naming the Sivananda organization. I haven’t felt compelled to write about it until this moment, but now I do. *trigger warning: rape, assault, abuse…

“How is your mom?” asks a face staring through the tiny zoom screen, as one popped up after the next to say hello to each other before the gentle yoga asana class begins. Somehow, on this day, I tried a new answer. “Well it’s hard to say.” “Is her disease…

BY ANJALI SUNITA We’ve all seen it: the deity tattoos, the turbans, self-appointed spiritual names, goddess circles, Yoga business courses, pornographic Yoga pose selfies, events described as “tribal” galore. …

When caregiving, you get a frequent reminder from everyone in your midst to “take care of yourself”. It serves up a lukewarm feeling of receiving kindness, mixed with vague well-wishing, garnished with guilt. You must refill your cup, they say. Take care of the caretaker. The clichés seem endless. …

Ayurveda is the indigenous medicine system of Ancient India, with texts dating back thousands of years from doctors, surgeons, and specialists, which parallel all branches of modern medicine. The systems are still alive and practiced today both in lineage folk traditions as well as through medical colleges in India. Ayurveda…

If you have found your yoga practice has plateaued or become rote, disconnected from the rest of your world, lacks context, feels rigid, and is relegated to the yoga mat at best, or if you feel lost in a home practice without your teacher giving instructions, there are many reasons…

EMBRACING THE COOL KAPHA SEASON

Today as I lay with my leg up in a moon boot after breaking the base of my fibula, I am starting to count the number of times people call upon the Universe to explain the unexplained. This week alone in response to my broken bone, I have heard some…