This question has been coming up a lot lately:

Why cultivate joy when the world keeps breaking your heart?

It doesn’t take much to notice that our world is out of balance.

Somehow, it’s been almost a year since my debut album, The Remembering, was released.

It was a cloudy day and I was walking my then 4-year-old to preschool.

Since becoming a reiki master over six years ago, I’ve witnessed more miracles than I can count.

Full moons are ripe moments for letting go.

I’ve long been fascinated by the constructs of space and time.

The element of fire offers us many gifts—creativity, transformation, the light of Truth, sensuality, passion, fun, and the ability to uncover and express that which has been hidden for a long time, perhaps for generations…

After nearly seven years of working as a full-time wellness practitioner, I’ve studied so much and accumulated certifications galore—most recently a 200-Hour Yoga Teacher Training Certification.

You already know that the cycles of the moon affect the tides. Throughout the globe, on new and full moons, the gravitational forces resulting from the alignment of the sun, moon, and Earth create the highest of high tides and the lowest of low tides.  

I still remember sitting in a little conference room on the 59th floor of my midtown office, having a perfectly civilized discussion about some set of deliverables with my boss and co-workers, and having the distinct feeling of suddenly and desperately wanting to run, screaming out of that stuffy room.

Metamorphosis has always been part of life on planet Earth.

I learn so much from the people I work with that I almost feel bad about it. Like, aren’t I supposed to be teaching you? But I guess we’re all learning from each other in an infinite exchange…

I’ve been leading ceremonies around the change of seasons for over five years now, but only recently discovered the profound impact that it’s had on my life.

I distinctly remember opening my own akashic records for the first time in 2020 in my little basement space in Queens. I had stumbled upon this word—akashic—and something about it felt like a deep remembering.

A few weeks ago I gave a talk on How to Make a Decision and it seems that it subconsciously came in preparation for this moment.

I did my study abroad in Beijing after two years of Chinese language study in college. What began as a curiosity to explore anything Asian, as an attempt to understand my own heritage, soon unfolded into pure delight in learning to read and write characters and little triumphs in recognizing and replicating vocal tones.

Tomorrow is the new moon in Taurus and I’m feeling the invitation to remember the blessing that is my body. Despite being in the “middle ages.” Despite a history of chronic pain and childhood trauma. Despite sometimes wanting to dissociate from the corporeal, which is so easy to do in our mind-driven society…

In my early teens, I began practicing yoga from an article I found in my mom’s fitness magazine. I was already into dance and movement, but something about these poses felt like a remembering . . .

I attribute a lot of things to my multicultural heritage—an obsession with language, an unending devotion to rice, and a propensity to playfully interweave elements.