Lately, I’ve been thinking about art. Not as a business. Not as another thing I need to figure out or make successful.
Just… art. There is something about making art that feels different for me. There is no schedule to teach, no retreat to organize, no class to fill. There is simply the quiet invitation to sit down, make something, and see what comes through.
For many years, so much of my energy has gone into yoga, retreats, practices, and creating spaces for other people. I love that work deeply. But lately I’ve been asking myself a different question:
What happens when I create simply because I need to create?
I don't always know the answer. And maybe I don't need to. There is something very freeing about allowing myself to be curious again. I've been in a season of questioning so much what I’m offering, who I’m speaking to, what I want to share, and what feels genuinely alive for me now.
Some of it has been difficult.
When you put your heart into something for years and don't see the response you hoped for, it can make you question yourself. You wonder if people are interested. You wonder if you should keep going. You wonder whether something that once felt so meaningful still belongs in the same form.
Maybe the answer isn't always to work harder. Maybe sometimes we're being invited to listen. And when I listen, I keep finding myself coming back to art. There is a different kind of conversation happening there. It doesn't require me to explain everything. A color can say something I don't have words for. A shape can hold a feeling. The process itself can become a kind of meditation. Perhaps this is another form of practice.
Not yoga practice.
Not teaching practice.
Just the practice of paying attention.
So I'm giving myself permission to explore this. I don't know yet what it will become. Maybe I'll make more paintings. Maybe I'll share them. Maybe I'll eventually sell some of them. Maybe they will find their way into my retreats or spaces in ways I can't see yet.
For now, I'm simply making, and I'm curious about what happens when I stop asking, “Will people want this?” and start asking,
“Is this something I want to bring into the world?”
That feels like a very different question, and perhaps that's where this next chapter begins…