I used to roll my eyes at moon rituals. Then I started paying attention to my own rhythms and realized the moon had been tracking them all along — and that there's no one right way to work with it.

The first time I cried in a yoga class, I was in pigeon pose. I hadn't expected it. Something let go that day — years of holding, of trying to please everyone. The mat has a way of asking you to finally arrive in yourself.