It’s always a tricky question when someone asks me how often I meditate… because it depends on what we mean by meditation.

Yes, every morning I sit.
Fifteen minutes.
Eyes closed.

But meditation, for me, it's not just that.

Meditation can happen the awareness I feel while I’m walking, working, cooking or reading a book.
It’s the pause in the middle of a busy day when I close my eyes and take a few conscious breaths.
It’s the space that opens while I’m teaching yoga, that a calm, steady focus where nothing else matters. Just being fully there.

That’s meditation too.

Because meditation, for me, is not something I do to escape life ...
it’s something I practice to meet life fully.
To be available to this moment, exactly as it is.

People often think meditation is about peace.
And sometimes it is.
But other times meditation is raw, uncomfortable, brutal.
It can show you what’s off, what hurts, what you’ve been avoiding.
It can be messy and far from peaceful.
And still, it is meditation.

Another form of meditation I practice two or three times a week is Yoga Nidra, which is also the practice I teach.
It’s a different doorway, the body deeply relaxed, almost asleep, while the mind stays aware.
A deep healing space where the nervous system settles, like the edge of sleep, and the body can truly restore.

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So yes, I meditate every morning.
But I also meditate when I hug a friend and truly feel them.
When I kiss someone and time disappears.
When I cook, when I breathe, when I laugh, when I am simply living, and I meet those moments with full presence.

Have your formal practice. Sit. Close your eyes. Breathe.
But don’t forget the meditation hidden inside living itself.
The one that lives in the way you move through your life.