The sunlight was beginning to glisten on the water and the morning steam was rising off the lake. I had jumped out of bed that morning before the sun with the most energy I’d mustered in a long time. It was morning walk day with my dear friend, Ashleigh.
You know when you have a soul sister who converses with reflection that gives way for the rising of something to the surface that’s buried within? She’s one of those for me.
The last time we talked I was inspired to be of a more of a yes girl when it comes to life and intimacy. On this very morning with the summer steam already throwing a layer of warmth on the ground I was ready to feel that spark lit within in the way only a walk with another yes girl can do.Read More
I’ve always heard there’s an opportunity in yoga to take it to the mat and tears may emerge. What those people mean is, when your emotions feel heavy, when you can’t find the answers, get yourself to a class, stat.
I used to question the thought of someone crying in yoga. Like, how does that even happen?
Until it happened to me.Read More
2016 - it’s been a year of cycling through all these identifying questions.
Ones like, Who Am I?
What is my purpose in life?
Who am I serving?
Do I even want to work to serve?
What if I just quit it all and wrapped up in a blanket and never showed anyone the real me?
Could I live happily just me and my family, no outsiders let in?
If you want to know a women, don’t ask her the number of children she has; Rather ask her the number of children she’s carried in her womb.
For there’s probably not a day that goes by she not thinking of her spirit child.
Here’s your opportunity for opening the door so she may share with you her love for a child, that often goes unrecognized.
I may not know you, but I know your soul. You have traversed a path that is long, filled with longing for more, twin flamed with rage, and abused by this world. I feel your hurt and I cry tears for your pain. I know it, too. For I am you, and you are I, and we are one. Our pain ~ the trauma of life ~ it shows up through many filters, in many flavors, and yet ours is the same.
As a Goddess in this world, we know, we feel, and we subconsciously remember the trauma of those who have walked before us. The inability to share our magic publicly, the power struggle to name what we know and feel, and the hurt when others imply they know what is best for us, over our own wisdom and knowledge.Read More