Usually I rush out of winter, desperate to leave the cold behind and ready to welcome more sunshine and running outside. This year, however, I’ve been thinking about how rushing out of winter doesn’t honor its value – a necessary time of hibernation to slow down and recharge.
I had been taking tango lessons for six months in preparation for this very night in Buenos Aires. It was 10:45pm on a weeknight and the milonga - a traditional Argentinian social dance - was just getting started.
Over the past month in class, in my yoga classes I've been talking a whole lot about gratitude. For me, teaching about gratitude all month every November has become an important tradition, which I started about 3 years ago...
A little story about a kind stranger on the train and how he kindly reminded me that "everything falls apart" and when it does compassion is always there to help us gather ourselves out of shame and into worthiness.