Recent Posts by Rica Lewis

Announcing My Yoga Book (FREE for a short time)

High five, yo! Let's do a happy dance. THE BOOK IS COMING... What book, you ask. I'm glad you did.   "Yoga Toolkit: The Beginner's Guide to Finding Magic and Momentum" is my way of getting the most useful nuggets I can offer in one place, in sequential order and in the form of organized chapters, with bullet points ...

Letter From a Road Raging Mama

Dear dude in the blue Acura, I’m not proud. I saw your car backing out of its space in the parking lot. It rumbled toward mine, your bumper charging at my snow white Sentra. I slammed my hand on the horn, once, twice. I hollered, “What the F*ck are you doing?” You braked, then yelled back ...

A Few Sage Thoughts From The Birds

It’s the little mysteries that make me scratch my chin, as if chin scratching could potentially stimulate wisdom. I cannot understand small complexities. Such as, why is the fridge constantly bare if I’m always grocery shopping? Why is my wallet always empty if I spend so much time working? Who are these wry leprechauns leaving ...

The Thing About First Steps

Your limbs are dead animals. Your mind is a roaring concert, playing every possible excuse. First steps are hard. But let us remember that getting there is always more difficult than being there. So get there. I recently had a friend ask how to get started doing yoga. This happens a lot, and I expected the ...

Ungraceful Saturdays

It's not very yogic of me. To eat an entire bag of chocolate-covered almonds in one sitting, sporting my dog-hairy sweatpants, that is. But I do it sometimes, on afternoons when I am alone and the thought of doing anything remotely responsible is about as unappealing as dried dog poo in the yard. Gorging is not graceful, ...

This is Beauty

To love my own flesh, the dimpled skin and sinuous, stretch-marked paths… does this exist? There are bodies, smooth and svelte, women with limbs like art. And I have this: five feet plus two inches, breasts that drip and splay, dark knees like onion skins. I have seen shapelier legs, creamy and flawless, whispering beneath ...

Familiarity Can Be Dangerous

I cried when I got a new car. The snow-white paint was a brilliant shade, as if white had been reinvented. The dashboard glowed with new gadgets, a backup camera, a plethora of tiny buttons and icons, an interface exploding with digital technology. I slipped into the driver’s seat, and felt the flesh of the ...