I drove up to Jacksonville on Saturday night after certification class. I booked a hotel downtown overlooking the St. John's River, and the view was lovely. In the morning, I did my full AYP routine and then ate breakfast at the overpriced buffet in the hotel, but I didn't mind the cost. Then I drove to the New World Disc Golf course, which was hosting the final professional tournament of the year. The best players in the world had made it to the final round: Paul McBeth, Ric

What does it mean to be on the leading edge in any particular field or endeavor? Is "progress" a real phenomenon, or are we just spinning around in circles—pretending that there is a linear, innovative quality to our movement through space and time? These are important questions to me, because I do believe that progress is real, both in the specific field of bodywork and in the broader realms of self-discovery and spirituality. Though there can be no denying that life unfolds

Lately I've become enamored with the sport of disc golf—both playing in the Tampa Bay Area and following the professional tour on YouTube. There's something deeply satisfying about launching a disc hundreds of feet and watching it soar across the natural landscape. Disc golf is certainly similar to more traditional "ball golf", but it also stands out as a unique addition to the athletic compendium of the world. One way that disc golf is different from ball golf is that there

I spent a summer in Alaska, working at a resort on the edge of Denali National Park. At that time, Jon Krakauer had recently published a book called Into The Wild, which is a non-fiction account of a young man named Christopher McCandless, who ventured into the wilderness of Alaska by himself, and tragically died due to food poisoning and starvation. I read the book while I was in Alaska, and was very moved by the story. Sean Penn eventually directed a film based on the book,