the words don’t ask us to fake it and the words don’t ask us to make it the words just ask us to open to where we are, to what we are, to who we are they invite us to tell our story and they encourage us to speak our truth they remind us we […]Read more "The Words"
I am asking myself these days how can I slow down inside so that the external speed of life does not diminish my ability to soak it all in, marinate in it, allow it, and not be bulldozed by it. My little one is growing so fast and I don’t want to have memories. I […]Read more "Choosing Moments Over Memories"
The bottom of the exhale is the scariest place to be. In yoga In the ocean In life We are beyond empty here Completely exposed, in need, at the mercy of life to grant us that next precious inhale. As terrifying as it is, it is just as liberating just as f***ing freeing to have nothing, to […]Read more "The Exhale"
Early on in my yoga practice I would often experience an emotional reaction during corpse pose (savasana). Lying still, I would get a lump in my throat and suddenly find tears quietly rolling down my cheeks. I didn’t know it at the time, but my yoga practice was releasing long-held grief from my body. When […]Read more "Healing the BodyMind Through Yoga"
Stillness is a secret door, isn’t it. Hidden, in plain view. Locked, until you find the key. Plain to the untrained eye. Uninteresting, A dead end, Boring. Until you stumble into its wondrous garden of mind-blowing wonder. What was that? How can I get back there? Call it meditation Or call it prayer Call it […]Read more "Stillness."
I’m in a kind of dance with love lately. Sometimes it’s cheek-to-cheek, sometimes it’s a graceful waltz, sometimes it’s a wild gleeful swing, and sometimes it’s a solo sway to the rhythm of my heart. When my ears stumbled upon the words below, I felt compelled to share them here, as I think all our […]Read more "Love Itself"
I tap on the walls of my heart. Are you in there? Can we talk? She seems so close at times, resting a few inches deep in my chest, only a whisper away. Yet today it feels I must travel miles to see her clearly. So I begin my journey. Miles in silence, miles in movement, […]Read more "Coming Home"
“A child’s natural rhythm is much closer to a soul rhythm than that of most adults.”-Shefali Tsabary Lately my son has been trying to talk. He curls up his tongue and spits out whatever noises, grunts, or howls he can muster. Unlike when he was learning to walk, he’s not cautious about it. He just […]Read more "Finding Our Soul Rhythm"
If walking down the street was a yoga pose, how would we do it? Would we walk more mindfully, consciously, and with attention to how our breath informs our every step? If sitting in a chair was a yoga pose, would we place our limbs with intention, keep our spine lifted and our gaze soft? […]Read more "If Walking Down the Street Was a Yoga Pose"
Who are you? Are you a 25-year-old widow like I was or are you a 40-year-old single mother? Are you a 62-year-old divorced man or are you a 15-year-old boy who feels like an outcast? Are you a 27-year-old soul-seeker who can’t find their match or an 80-year-old grandmother whose children live on the other […]Read more "A Question For All the Lonely People"