I didn’t mean to step away from writing this summer. I told myself I’d keep up with the blog, that I’d show up consistently. But work piled up, family and community needs filled the days, and the weeks slipped away. Before I knew it, the season had passed, and I hadn’t written a word.
So here I am—returning.
There’s a certain tenderness in coming back after a pause. Part of me wants to explain, to justify the gap. But another part whispers: just begin again. Isn’t that what practice always teaches us? That we don’t need to be perfect, only willing to return, and return, and return again.
This fall feels like a season of returning. With Rosh Hashanah & Yom Kippur on the horizon, there’s the invitation to reflect, to release what’s no longer needed, to start fresh. With the fall equinox, there’s the reminder of balance—light and dark sharing the sky equally before the nights lengthen. Both moments encourage me to root down and reconnect with what matters.
So I’m back on the mat, back at the page, back to the small rituals that hold me steady. And I’m remembering that each return, however imperfect, is enough.
May this season offer you your own gentle returns—to your body, your breath, your balance, your self. And if you’re looking for a little extra support along the way, I have some offerings to share this fall: an arm balance workshop on September 20th at Magic Held Here, new online flows to practice from home in time for the high holidays, and a 1:1 offering to help you create a home practice you’ll love that opens at the end of the month.
As the summer ebbs away, and the fall takes hold, we can return together.