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Today there were tears. Not for me. Not for my family. But for what was. I mourned what was today and I cried. Messy, snot nosed tears with runny mascara.

In this time of the Rona, I was home sick. I miss my family in NYC. Nothing I can do but acknowledge my concern for humanity at a global level. I live in NYC and Kenya. I am both happy and sad to be in Kenya at this time.

I was born and raised in NYC and the NYC that I knew is sick and dying. NYC and humanity will prevail. I hope we will be better. I pray we will hug more and connect. I believe we will appreciate the little things more.

I often say to my yoga students:

3 simple words but such challenging concept to

In the now, I am 52. I am healthy. I am happy. I have a global support system that is divine. #ilovemyvillage I do not NEED anything. I am blessed to live in 2 countries and move with ease between NYC and Nairobi. I am loved unconditionally. I feel the love from all directions as the sun shines and when the rain falls. I am grateful for the tears. I will smile soon.

How are you feeling/coping/being in the time of the Rona?



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