Prescription Drugs and Our Health
The other day I was taken aback when one of my family members told me he was on high blood pressure medication – in fact, four members of my family were.
I remembered as a teenager being told that high blood pressure was genetic in our bloodline. My father had passed away from a heart attack – not from his first one, but from the last of several attacks he had had over the years.
I remember worrying “Is it truly genetic? What does that mean for me? I am always sick already, so will this make me even more susceptible in my adult life?” (more…)
I thought I’d follow up on one of my recent blogs, where I talked about the 
It is very rare that I spend a day doing nothing. I wonder why. Of course, there’s usually a lot to do each day. There are many things I am passionate about – but occasionally I decide I need a “do nothing” kind of day. 
In Eagle Rock, a small neighborhood in Los Angeles, Amy Woodruff, who is of Chocktaw and Cherokee descent, has chosen to live life in a teepee. Amy was raised on a family farm in California and lived in New York for a few years, but she has no regrets about giving up the fast pace of that city to enjoy a tranquil life in her outdoor home.
Here I am, worried about finding the 
Days before you say “I do” can be one of the most stressful times in your life. Last-minute preparations and chaos could cause you to panic and think “No, I don’t”! And without your knowing it, your friends and family, who are doing their best to keep you calm, are also beginning to feel overwhelmed. 
Every year, I look forward to the explosion of blossoming Jasmine that takes over my back porch. When the Jasmine blooms, I move as much of my life as I can to the back patio. I read, meditate, write, eat, do yoga, drink tea – and sometimes I just sit and do nothing at all except bask in the spell of this intoxicating scent. 
I think my dog has the right idea. She always seems content. Her biggest desire each day is to lie in the sun and soak up all the warmth coming off the bricks on the patio. She will be lying there when I run out in the morning to go teach a yoga class. She will be there when I come back and rush around the house to get ready to go and see my therapy clients. She will be there when I come home in the evening exhausted but happy from the activities of my day.
This weekend I started noticing some of the people in my life who embody the spirit of yoga. Although I teach and practice yoga all the time, I am not talking about the people I see at the studio or on the 
We recently had the great pleasure of meeting Nischala Joy Devi and experience her compassionate teachings. She instantly filled the room with her generous spirit and beaming smile.
