Anticipation. I navigate the hectic, crowded streets of Hong Kong Central. Tourists and business men alike plough through the incessant traffic. Bodies run into me as I seek a ferry escape to the nearby island of Lamma. After navigating the complex, impassable streets of the Central Business District, I gratefully board a ferry to an unknown destination, a village name, and cross my fingers I’m headed the right way. Such is life. Continue reading “Lamma”



Yes, I know, I stopped writing. I’ve started countless posts that I’ve abandoned halfway through. I went to Greece with the passionate intention to write about my experience, it’s just that, I’m not sure how to verbalize it, how to share it. I arrived in Leros and jumped into an exciting, emotional, overwhelming, and sad tornado that consumed me until the moment I boarded a tiny plane back to Athens. It’s taken me a few weeks of aimlessly wandering around Europe to sort it all out. Continue reading “Silence”

POC, Refugee, Resident

Seemingly, everyone I’ve met since landing in Athens has an opinion about the refugee crisis in Greece – locals, Uber drivers, NGO’s, police, and refugees themselves. Opinions are freely shared with me once I disclose what I’m doing here (teaching yoga in a refugee camp) and I listen, hesitating to form an opinion until I’ve had my own experience on the island of Leros, my home for the next month or so. Continue reading “POC, Refugee, Resident”


I had already taught 2 classes, been bitten by a slobbery baby, gotten my hair pulled, braided, and tied in knots, and it’s my last kids yoga class of the day- I’m out. I finally get all the kiddos to make a circle (ten minutes later) when I feel a little hand grabbing my leg. I go to brush the hand away so I could teach, a little annoyed, and then saw the culprit. Continue reading “Azola”

Handstand Plans

I signed up for yoga teacher training with a few intentions, some said and some unsaid. The one obvious intention was to become a yoga teacher! I was having a mini personal crisis and needed some healing, so I figured what better than a lot of yoga? Yoga has put me back together in the past when I’ve been an unsettled mess. Other less obvious reasons were to fill up my time (unstructured free time is scary to me) and, I secretly wanted to do an unsupported handstand that I could hold for more than 3 seconds. Continue reading “Handstand Plans”

Bad Yoga

I’ve been on a bit of a yoga high lately. I am doing yoga everyday, I’m thinking about yoga, and even dreaming about yoga thanks to yoga teacher training. Naturally, when I went for a weekend getaway in the Hamptons, I sought out a yoga class to start off my weekend. I think my happy yoga bubble popped a little. Continue reading “Bad Yoga”