Sending you love in the wake of a sobering week.

I've been feeling really quiet in the aftermath of Orlando. Don't have words to appropriately honor the depth of suffering and loss that so many folks are feeling. Everything I say feels inadequate. So I am just going to keep listening, keep sending ease, keep getting angry (anger can be sacred, too, right?), keep sending love. And keep calling my Senators to urge them to pass legislation to regulate assault weapons.

In the wake of all this, June's Pride festivals promise to be especially bittersweet and poignant and fierce. Portland's Pride parade is this Sunday, Father's Day. My family and I will be back in the Bay Area in time for San Francisco's Pride weekend, too, to celebrate the wedding of two dear friends in Sonoma.

We've had 3 last-minute spots open up for the Point Reyes yoga + hiking retreat on Sunday the 26th. Details and registration here. Love to see you and squeeze you and breathe the same air for a few hours.




 

Here are a few recent publications. These are all dear to my heart, and deeply intimate. Michael Stone, one of the teachers I respect most, defines enlightenment as intimacy. I love this. That idea that we become more awake, more present, more authentic, when we are most intimate, most vulnerable, most connected. It is an ongoing practice for me to articulate the raw experience of being human in sometimes-shaky words and be brave enough to put them out into the world. Thanks for being a part of that.

A Zen Yoga Teacher Gets Real About Postpartum Depression (Washington Post)




What Death Taught Me About Living Fully (Yoga International)




5 Things Fight Club — Yes, Fight Club — Taught Me About Yoga (Yoga International)




20 Things I'm Really Thinking at the Children's Museum (finally, a silly one — via Mom.me)

Big hugs. Deep breaths. See you in California next week.

Love,
R