On September 16, 2015, i was wrestling an unfamiliar Harley Street Glide on a cold dark evening, winding my way up Rt. 120, anxiously climbing to the distant dream of a warm cabin in Yosemite. I was on the first day of a 2,000 mile, two week solo journey, skimming...
Laura took this picture when I was going through my twenty-five year old yoga practice, the order of which hasn’t changed, even by one asana. In a way, the picture conveys my deeply personal connection to this routine of mine and it does so without a single written...
Exactly a week ago, I was riding my motorcycle and nearly ate the large, side view mirror of an oncoming truck. Every now and then, something happens or nearly happens and it gets my full attention. I don’t know about you, but I have had some fairly close calls...
