15/06/2026
I spent last week at Kripalu Center for Yoga & Health and this weekend volunteering at The Berkshire Yoga Festival.
The contrast wasn’t lost on me. At Kripalu, my biggest responsibility was remembering which workshop I was supposed to be in and taking the longest showers I’ve enjoyed since 2017. I learned that self-care isn’t a luxury. It’s necessary maintenance. Like changing the oil, except with yoga bolsters and lentil soup.
Then I headed to Jimminy Peak and immediately slipped back into volunteer mode. Helping check in guests, answering questions and generally doing my part to keep the wheels turning.
I had a chance to see what it takes to put on a great festival and meet its founders Andrew Tanner and Scott Kleinfeld. Like every good event organizer, they spent most of the weekend doing non-stop laps, solving problems nobody else knew existed. When a festival runs smoothly, people assume it just happens. It doesn’t. There’s always someone behind the scenes finding a missing microphone, rerouting traffic or preventing a minor catastrophe involving tents, weather or hoomans.
It reminded me a lot of sanctuary life. Visitors see peaceful horses grazing, happy pigs napping and a calm tour guide talking about compassion. They don’t see the spreadsheets, the feed deliveries, the broken fences, the vet calls and the occasional emergency that arrives just before dinner. Funny thing is that serving comes naturally to me. Caring for animals. Helping guests. Volunteering. That’s the easy part.
The harder lesson came from a yoga bolster at Kripalu. It’s okay to support yourself. It’s okay to let other people support you too. For the first time in nine years, I stepped away from the sanctuary because I trusted others to care for the animals while I was gone. Judy held down the fort. Eric and Raquel spoiled my velcro dog Billie. The animals were loved, fed and completely unimpressed by my absence.
Turns out the world doesn’t fall apart when we take a break. Sometimes the most important service we can offer is allowing ourselves to receive a little of the care we spend so much time giving away.
I return home rested, grateful and now carrying a new title: Grandma. May my grandson grow up in a world where kindness is stronger than fear, compassion is louder than division and peace is more contagious than conflict. May there be peace in Israel. Peace in Gaza. Peace in Ukraine. Peace in Sudan. Peace in our communities. Peace in our homes. And may there be peace for all beings, everywhere. If you haven’t yet, please do check out the book I wrote for the lil peanut : promisedlandsanctuary.org/kidskorner
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a sanctuary to get back to and a shower standard that has become completely unreasonable. 💚🚿🐐