A Meditation on Honoring Life 

    I got up early, as I often do, ready to begin my week with a peaceful ritual: a walk to the ocean, coffee in hand, and a few minutes of listening to YouTube shorts filled with uplifting thoughts and positive affirmations. But as I went to grab my phone and AirPods, I realized they hadn’t charged overnight. So for the first time in a long while, I decided to leave the house without any technology at all.

   The full moon had been heavy in the sky, and like it often does, it had stirred something inside me. I walked out the door slightly grumpy and could feel the emotional residue clinging to my thoughts. As I walked toward the beach, I found myself replaying the past week’s work and internally criticizing a business partner. I caught myself mid-thought, and recognized how out of sync that negative energy was with my intention for the morning. So I let it go.

    I reached the beach just before sunrise. There was no spectacular show of color in the sky today, just a thick stretch of clouds with slivers of golden light breaking through. What caught my attention, though, was the water. It was glass-flat, like a lake. It was one of those rare mornings where the sea looked like a mirror, holding the sky.  

   Drawn in by the serenity, I walked to the edge of the water, I immediately regretted not bringing my camera or even my phone but figured the least I could do was jump into the ocean.  I took off my shirt and glasses, tied my key into the pocket of my Quicksilver, and slipped into the sea. 

   I  swam out about 300 feet, further than usual. Alone in the ocean, thoughts come and go. Some are beautiful. Some are unsettling. I even thought of sharks how strange it is to drift so vulnerably in a vast body of water. But the sea held me gently, and soon those thoughts passed. When I finally swam back to shore, I wasn’t ready to leave. Instead of walking on the sand as I usually do, I stepped back into the water. It was so calm and clear that I walked waist-deep along the shoreline, quietly watching the ripples in the sand shift beneath my feet.

   Then, just a few feet ahead of me, something caught my eye. A large grey shape moved towards me, a manta ray, I thought. But as it came closer, I saw that it was a nurse shark. It was maybe about five feet,  graceful,  curious and glided right in front of me. It was not hurried or startled. Just… present. I didn’t flinch or feel fear. I simply watched it with awe.  The moment passed quietly, and the shark swam away.

   I kept walking in the water until I reached South Point Pier,  where the rocks meet the sea. As I stood there, small schools of fish began to appear at first a few, then dozens, and then what felt like hundreds. They circled me gently. I stood perfectly still. They came closer and closer, brushing against my legs, my arms, even my torso. Some nipped at my skin like little kisses. Others snuggled up around my body as if they were trying to embrace me. For what felt like an eternity but was probably like twenty minutes, I was surrounded by life soft, loving, innocent. As the fish circled around me, brushing against my legs, arms, and chest, I felt their presence not just as wild creatures, but as companions. They weren’t just curious—they were gentle. Tender. It felt as if they were offering love, comfort, and trust.

   And in that sacred exchange, something shifted inside me. I realized this wasn’t a one-way moment of receiving. It was mutual. As much as I felt held by them, they seemed to feel safe with me. My stillness, my attention, my presence,  it all mattered. I wasn’t just a visitor in their world. I was a part of it. That’s when a deep and unexpected sense of responsibility washed over me.

   These fish weren’t just showing affection. They were reminding me of something essential: that we, as humans, are not above nature, we are its guardians. We belong to it, and it belongs to us. And in that belonging comes a sacred duty. Not to dominate, but to protect. Not to take without giving back. But to care for all living things, just as they sometimes care for us. Their trust was a gift. But it was also a calling. To watch over them. To be gentle with their waters. To honor the life that pulses quietly beneath the surface of things. In that moment, I felt what it means to be human in its highest form, not just a receiver of beauty, but a steward of it.

And then, just like that, they were gone.

It’s a scorching summer afternoon on South Beach, and Muscle Beach is alive with motion. Amidst the crowds, two bikini-clad women curl dumbbells under the blazing sun, their focus unshaken by the heat or the stares. This isn’t just about aesthetics—it’s about power, presence, and pushing limits.  South Beach has always been a place for expression. Here, strength is style, and confidence is currency. 

I sit with Swami Revatikaanta as the sun sets over downtown Miami. We speak about life, love, ego, and silence. It doesn’t matter where the conversation goes—what matters is the space we create together. A safe circle. A place to ask the big questions without needing all the answers. In this shared stillness, I’m reminded that the search itself is sacred. And that sometimes, the most powerful form of growth happens in the quiet presence of others who are also seeking. 

Early morning on Front Street in Phillipsburg, Sint Maarten.  It’s a sacred moment before the shops open, before the cruise ships dock—when the town belongs to its own rhythm. As the sun rises, colors soften and blur into warm vibrations: coral pinks, ocean blues, banana yellows—all gently melting into the air like watercolor on textured paper.  It is here, in the golden hush of morning, that the island reveals its true soul—not the one sold in duty-free stores, but the one pulsing with Caribbean warmth, resilience, and joy. 

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A Moment in Black and White with @BeluBergman captured in a fleeting instant, as the contemporary circus artist defies gravity through her yoga practice, transforming a simple pose into an expression of resilience and beauty. Her body bends with purpose, her breath aligns with intention, and in that moment, she becomes art in motion.  

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Lincoln Road in Miami Beach - lies quiet, with boutique shops and sidewalk cafés preparing for the day’s events and activities. Brightly colored umbrellas line the walkways, casting playful shadows over neatly arranged tables. Eye-catching street art decorates every corner, offering the staged backdrop for photos and selfies. 

As the wheels turn slowly over cobbled paths, time seems to soften—fabled moments merging with the present in a ride that is as much about memory as it is about movement. The streets from Helene’s pedicab in Key West feels like gliding through a living postcard. The pastel-hued homes, each with their own storied past, blur into one another like chapters from a sun-washed novel. Gingerbread trim, wraparound porches, and swaying palms whisper of old seafarers, writers, and dreamers who once called this place home. 

In the early morning light of San Pedro, boats gently sway with the rhythm of the tides, their reflections dancing across the water in a kaleidoscope of shimmering colors. The air is thick with the scent of salt and sea, a briny perfume that awakens the senses. It’s a moment of calm and quiet beauty—where the day begins not with noise, but with nature’s gentle breath.

As I walk the polished streets of Rodeo Drive, my camera captures a world where beauty flourishes in every corner. Perfectly manicured lawns line the sidewalks, while elegant white umbrellas shade chic café tables. Playful pink signs pop against the clean facades, adding a whimsical touch to the timeless glamour. Every storefront whispers luxury—designer names, gleaming glass displays, and the soft rustle of high fashion in motion. 

Getting upside down requires far more than physical strength and balance; it demands a surrender of the mind. The moment your feet leave the earth, there’s a flicker of fear—and then, the magic of letting go. It’s an invitation to release expectations,  and to find stillness in motion. With Belu Bergman’s calm guidance, the practice sculpts not only muscles, but confidence. Each attempt, whether a triumph or a tumble, teaches you to meet your edges with curiosity, to trust the unknown, and to fall in love with the freedom of flight.

#acroyoga #handstands #miamiyoga #inversions @belubergman 

Ocean Park Beach at sunset is pure magic. As the golden hour settles in, the last swimmers take a final, refreshing dip in the warm Caribbean waters. Nearby, friends linger with cocktails in hand, their laughter softening as the day begins to fade. The sky turns brilliant shades of orange, pink, and violet, casting a dreamy glow across the sand. In the distance, the sun dips slowly behind the silhouettes of San Juan’s buildings, painting the horizon in quiet beauty. It’s a moment of calm, of connection—where the rhythm of the island slows and everything feels exactly as it should.

On a radiant Sunday afternoon at South Pointe Park, couples gather across the lush green lawn for partner-based acro yoga. With every lift and balance, there’s a deep sense of trust—bodies rising, falling, and flowing in harmony against the backdrop of the ocean breeze and swaying palms.

The Pleneros in Puerto Rico, dressed in crisp white guayabera shirts and classic black pants, beat their drums with rhythmic precision, filling the air with the soulful sound of “bomba.”  As they sing with passion and purpose, the palms sway with the music, as if moved by the same ancestral beat.  It’s more than a performance; it’s a living Puerto Rican tradition that stirs the soul and unites the community in celebration.

Miami Pride in Miami Beach — a vibrant celebration of color, freedom, and pure joy. From dazzling costumes to heartfelt moments, it’s a powerful reminder of how beautiful life can be to honor love, identity, and self-expression. 

As the first light of sunrise stretches across the horizon, a surreal scene unfolds on the beach, @emily.beach, fierce and fearless, commands the morning with hypnotic grace. Emily’s silhouettes flickers against the soft orange glow, flames dancing from her lips. With steady hands and focused breath, she twirls a hula hoops ablaze, spinning circles of fire like a moving mandala. And in that magical moment between night and day, she  ignites not only her torches, but the imagination of everyone who watches—leaving behind a trail of sparks of spirit in the rising light.

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Miami Acro Fest arrives in South Pointe Park like a burst of vibrant energy—an explosion of movement, trust, and creative expression. Against the backdrop of swaying palms and ocean breeze, the park transforms into a playground for the body and soul, filled with major air tosses, gravity-defying twists, and elegant turns that leave onlookers wide-eyed in awe.  As the sun dips lower and golden light stretches across the grass, the silhouettes of flying acroyogis paint a mesmerizing scene. It’s more than just a festival—it’s a movement, a community, and a reminder that when we lift each other up—physically, emotionally, and energetically—we can all soar a little higher.

Hands in grab with intention, pull with purpose, hold with steadiness, and balance with grace. Each movement of the hand tells a story of effort, awareness, and subtle control. When we ground our palms into the mat in Downward Dog or press firmly in a handstand, the hands become anchors—rooting us to the earth, creating a stable foundation from which the rest of the body can expand.  The hands are extensions of the heart in yoga, constantly reminding us that strength and softness can exist together.  

To invert yourself and turn upside down—whether in a handstand, headstand, or supported inversion—is to quite literally shift your perspective and awaken the senses. The moment your world flips, so does your focus. Gravity no longer pulls you in the usual direction, and suddenly you’re seeing everything from an entirely new angle—fresh, alert, alive.  But it’s not just about the thrill. Inversions  show us that sometimes, to grow or move forward, we need to flip our assumptions, look at life differently, and embrace the unfamiliar. When we change our point of view—literally or figuratively—we often find clarity, inspiration, and strength we didn’t know we had.

A sun salutation in yoga is like the blossoming of a flower. Much like a sunflower turns its face toward the sun, a sun salutation is a way of opening yourself to the ultimate energy source. With every inhale, we rise with the warmth of new beginnings; with every exhale, we ground ourselves, letting go of what no longer serves. It’s a sacred dance of expansion and surrender—a conversation between the self and the natural rhythms of the universe. 

The Miami Marathon is about grit, determination, and—no matter what—crossing the finish line. It’s more than just a race; it’s a journey of spirit, strength, and self-discovery. From the very first step in the early morning light to the final stretch lined with cheering crowds, every mile tells a story of perseverance.  Whether it’s your first race or your fiftieth, the course demands everything you’ve got. The heat, the humidity, the mental fatigue—it’s all part of the test. It’s a declaration that you didn’t give up. That no matter what obstacles tried to hold you back—blisters, doubts, fear—you moved forward. One step at a time. That’s the heart of this marathon. That’s what makes it unforgettable.

Extreme athletes defy limits, their bodies sculpted by grit, their movements a dance of power and resilience. Each frame captures the raw poetry of strength in motion. TYR Wodapalooza  becomes more than a competition—it is a battlefield of physical and mental fortitude. 

Putting yourself out there in acro yoga is both a physical and emotional leap of faith. It requires trust—not just in your partner, but in yourself.  You have to be willing to be seen, to be vulnerable, to allow someone else to support you—literally and figuratively. It’s not always easy. Sometimes you fall. Sometimes the pose doesn’t land. But in those moments, you learn the most: how to recalibrate, how to listen more closely, how to breathe together through the discomfort. When you truly show up and put yourself out there, you begin to experience not just the poses, but the deeper connection and transformation that acro yoga offers.

Stowe, Vermont, in the winter transforms into a mesmerizing canvas of colors and vibrations, blurring the lines between reality and dream. The snow-covered landscape shimmers under the soft glow of sunlight, reflecting hues of red, white, and blue that seem to dance in harmony with the crisp mountain air. The quiet stillness is punctuated by the gentle rustle of snow-laden trees and the distant laughter of skiers carving through powdery slopes. This enchanting scene creates a sensational winter wonderland, where every moment feels alive with the magic of the season, inviting visitors to lose themselves in its serene beauty of the holiday lights and embrace the vibrant energy of nature at its most tranquil.

Beneath the golden glow of the solstice sun, our community gathered with Alexandra Sheth of @shethstudios to honor light and movement. For 108 times, our bodies flowed through the rhythm of Surya Namaskars. The number 108, sacred across countless traditions, became our heartbeat, each round of twelve postures weaving us deeper into connection, bridging the physical and the divine. 

Miami Beach at night transforms into a vibrant, electrifying holiday wonderland, where the iconic Art Deco buildings glow with neon lights, casting a warm and colorful radiance over the streets. The hum of music drifts from lively bars and cafés, while palm trees wrapped in twinkling lights sway gently in the ocean breeze. Festive decorations line Ocean Drive, and the soft sound of waves crashing nearby blends with the laughter of tourists and locals alike. The atmosphere is charged with energy, as the city pulses with a unique blend of tropical glamour and holiday cheer, creating an unforgettable nighttime experience.