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I’m no guru and I don’t have hundreds of hours of certifications. All I can claim is that I did not squander the time that I was given so far. I took care of my body from an early age and realized that a fit body was going to be the vehicle of choice to propel me around the planet to find what I was supposed to find. I ran marathons, biked continents, climbed glaciers, walked across states, sailed oceans, explored reefs and floated myself over yoga mats. If the sun is down I’m a sleep and if it’s up I’m outside. My biggest accomplishment by far is creating a family that enjoys each other and puts up with me.

Yoga in The Wild

It’s 4:30 AM – the last bits of the full moon are bouncing of the canyon walls casting enough light to make getting out of my sleeping bag a real option. It’s already warm out and my travel yoga mat is unrolled on the hard sand by the murmuring river. Everyone else is asleep and… Read More »


I’m down to Oatmeal. Not made with whole milk, Quaker oats or brown sugar, but with organic oats, organic rice milk, Vermont grade maple syrup and raisins. It seems like the perfect food: no gluten, no lactose, and no refined sugar. It’s sweet, rich and sticks to your ribs. Great for digestion, smooth skin, low… Read More »

Where Prana meets Mana…

Before I stepped through the door, I knew there was something special about Pineapple Yoga, in Kilauea, Kauai, and its teacher named Eagle. A simple sign in front of a community hall announced the space was open for practice. No props, no boutique or bookstore, just a picture of Guruji (Patthabi Jois) overlooking a large… Read More »

Father and Son Cleanse

Photo by Rob Goldman “Dad, the stuff smelled like butt.” That’s how my 16 year old son, Oren, summed up his first day at school eating the khichari (Ayurveda vegetarian meal) that I packed for him. For whatever perverse reason, my son has no lunch period, so he’s forced to eat during class. Imagine sitting… Read More »

Temple of The Heart

Ever the observer, I walked around the temple at Burning Man absorbing and recording the spectacle of human grief. Here in the middle of the Black Rock City desert looms a temporary temple dedicated to the broken hearts of those who take part in Burning Man. Amongst the notes, pictures and personal articles carefully placed… Read More »

Who Wants to Bike to Gaza City?

I remember hearing the siren and my dad taking me down the big concrete stairs to a crawl space under our house and into a nest of sandbags. I was nine years old. This was the opening salvo of the 1967 war between Israel and her neighbors. I remember a mixture of excitement and fear…. Read More »

The Body & Soul of Jeff Logan

It’s 4:15 AM and there is no need for an alarm clock. Jeff Logan is already awake and about to take his daily yoga practice. He has been practicing for 32 years, 6 days a week and aside from Sundays, Jeff never takes a break. For Jeff, yoga is not optional; it’s his lifeline to… Read More »

Giving Silence…

Time in the car with a teenager is coveted time. A parent’s natural inclination is to fill that space with questions, suggestions and advice and make it a “bonding experience.” But, while driving my son this week I gave into silence. It has made me more aware of our thoughts and the space between our… Read More »

Samurai Warrior II

What’s the difference between a physical and spiritual practice? My yoga teacher Sara explained it this way “Let your asana, the practice, be your daily offering at the altar of your higher self.” And although Sara has two youngsters, including a 4 year-old boy with autism, she begins her daily practice a 4 AM without… Read More »